A story about the Rose that longs for the Moon.
The moon was lonely.
It was a hard job lighting up the night sky while everyone else was sleeping.
One day the moon took up singing in order to pass the time. It sang songs about loneliness and sadness. Then it sang songs about love and loss.
A passing cloud heard the moon’s melancholy songs and stopped to give a listen. The moon’s song touched him so deeply that he began to weep, which of course formed rain. The rain washed over the bushes of roses causing one single-stemmed rose to feel refreshed and new.
“That feels good,” the rose said to the cloud. “Thank you.”
“Thank the moon,” the cloud replied. “Her sad songs made me cry. And every time I cry I feel lighter,” the cloud said as he floated away.
So the rose became very interested in the moon. He started watching her from afar. But the rose was shy and could not get himself to address her. He just continued to watch her sing.
There are nights when everything is silent but the moon is singing.
And eventually the rose fell in love with the moon. Soft, and beautiful, with a gentle silvery glow that causes tides.
It went on for centuries this way, with the moon singing her sad songs and the rose quietly listening. Then, once upon a blue moon, the moon stopped singing one. The rose was confused and grew anxious. Why had the moon suddenly ended her songs?
“Moon,” the rose called. “Oh, Moon.” But the moon did not answer.
For whatever reason, she had given up.
The rose, that now placed in a glass vase by the window, was filled with longing. Why had he never tried to talk to her, tried to tell her how beautiful her singing was. The longing turned to regret. And the rose was left to wonder for eternity what might have been.