The Artists the Moon and the Son

This is a tale of two cosmic beings. One of beauty, a goddess who we see in our moon. The other a being of warmth, the god we know as the sun. They shared a love with each other that could bring any being to tears to see them kiss. The goddess herself was enough to make any man jealous, with long flowing hair a shade of water in tint, with a body a baby blue wrapped in a darker blue dress, that flowed like the Nile along her curves. The god was a man of might with tender intent. Orange skin made him radiant as his hair and toga, which was a brighter shade of yellow then a eternal flame. Being as passionate as these two lovers were for each other, to be an artist was only common sense. So they begun their masterpiece, a living breathing work of wonder. Not earth, not our solar system but an entire universe, a work of art that they made with such tender care to not flaw its existence. Once completed the goddess added a final touch. Two beings similiar to her and her lover. To these beings she gifted knowledge, and power. A power to change their art. The goddess adored her creation, and the god felt passion for his kin. To see them grow, and to make their art work new and a true beauty they gifted these two beings with powers of divinity, and occult nature. To change the art in ways they never imagined they gifted them with the ability to build and to destroy. With these gifts, they left them to create their art. The goddess, her feminine nature making her adore them with all her heart the god had not held in his hands, became the moons that surround planets, so she may watch over us for all times. The god, adoring his love and wishing to watch his creations grow, became the sun and the stars, always keeping us warm with his glow. But we do not recieve an special interest from them. They have given this gift to many on many planets in many systems across the universe. But though far apart we are all connected, so we might share a bond so strong no length of space or lack of may break it. And as we smile at the mom and bask in the sun, we look to the stars, and wonder what lay past these wonders, we may know another artist is staring back, with a mind the same as ours.