She was the sun, burning with love, compassion, and energy.

I was the moon, cold, sorrow, and lazy.

The people of Earth adored her dearly; she made their plants grow and their happiness stronger. The people drew her in a heavenly way. She was their queen.

The people didn’t appreciate me as much; I was only lighting up the night sky a little bit after all.

The sun was so regal and beloved, that even when she became so hot, the people of Earth still worshiped her.

I love her dearly, and she loves me.

When she gets tired I take her place and watch over her people.

She shines on me then to provide her people with light and happiness.

The people have come up with many different reasons on why we switch places.

If only they knew that the sun just got tired, and let her moon watch over.