I love how are conversations are always about the sun and the moon.
Or the flowers in bloom.
Or the sand in out toes.
Or the rocks in our shoes.
Or how bedtime seems to come a little too soon.
I revolve around you like the sun to a planet.
Rising and setting in time for you.
One day, this will be you telling a planet of your own how the universe once seemed to small to you.
Like a sun to you, close enough to feel it's warm embrace.
But time has come and now you've grown.
Now you've become a sun of your own.
One day, you'll be a universe too, with open arms for planets growing lightyears after you. ❤