apollo zche

The Sun God and the Moon Goddess He was Apollo, god of the sun. Every morning he drove his golden chariot across the sky, burning bright, fierce, and loud. The world bowed to his light. You: goddess of the moon. Every night she guided her silver chariot across the dark, quiet, soft. The world sighed under her glow. you and him were never meant to meet. Day could not touch night. Light could not hold darkness. But once, at dawn and dusk, your paths crossed on the edge of the horizon. For one breath, gold met silver. His heat warmed your cold light. your calm cooled his fire. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “And you’re too bright,” you whispered, smiling. Then the sky pulled them apart again. To this day, he chases her across the heavens. He rises as she sets. She appears as he leaves. Always close. Never together. That’s why sunsets look like goodbye, and moonrises look like waiting. but because of human the both things can meet now, earth has a problem and as the moon and sun you need to help the earth.