"As above so below"

The following tale was inspired by an observational poem created by Carl G Jung.
Titled: “THE COSMOS”

“The universe is not still, or silent, or sane. It speaks, it moves it dreams.
It communes with every aspect of life in an interlocution of magic that never ceases.”

Dear Mother earth,

I hope you don’t mind me writing to you especially since you’re full on at the moment just trying to survive. You know I am not one for complaining, but I am not very happy with the shoddy treatment I keep receiving from your resident earthlings. Please get a grip on your kids, woman!
Being the moon is no easy ride you know? Yet these days your residents ignore me like an insignificant piece of rogue space rock. My life used to be fine. I loved my job, until 1969 when Neil Armstrong stuck his big space boot in, thus exposing my real identity. Since then it’s been a case of, ‘been there, done that, bought the tee shirt.’ Nobody seems interested in me these days.
Not that I blame him in particular. I can appreciate that he was just part of a larger team, all doing their bit for space exploration. However, although my discovery may have represented a giant step for man, believe me it did nothing for my space cred. In fact, rocket and nose dive spring to mind here.
Since my discovery, I am no longer viewed as a romantic night goddess. My mysteries have now been unveiled to the world, so nobody writes songs and poetry about me any more. In fact, people just class me as a giant light bulb these days and I do not think it is good enough.
Anyway, soz for going on a bit, but it’s difficult to find someone who will listen. I was going to talk to the sun about it all, but can’t get close enough to him. Plus, he’s on days while I am on nights.
Thank you for listening.
I remain your celestial soul mate,
the moon.
XXX

P.S…Would you mind asking your residents down there to lower the volume a bit please? All that cacophonous noise and flashing lights keep me awake. Can’t remember when I last had a full days kip, or woke up without a head like a rock! Oh, and just one last thing; there is a nose busting pong coming from your vicinity. Are you suffering with botty problems or something?

Dear the Moon,

Yeah! I do know where you’re coming from, but unfortunately there is not a lot I can do about it. I am feeling quite shabby and neglected myself and quite frankly, I am absolutely pooped out. My residents are draining me dry of oils and vital resources leaving me creaking like a bad chest infection. Not to mention my once beautiful green coat is disappearing faster than sticky buns at a children’s party. And don’t even get me started on the condition of my skin. It feels like I am wearing a concrete face mask.
You think you have it bad? Well, let me tell you that people just walk all over me these days. Flipping humans, who would have them, eh! What’s more, the sex mad little beggars are breeding like Rabbits.’ They’re eating me out of house and home. People seem to think I am some invincible super mum, with a never ending energy and food supply. I just can’t keep up with them. I do know that If the current birth rate does not slow down soon, then there’ll be too many mouths for me to feed. I would n’t mind, but I am still relatively young you know, but already the cracks are starting to show. I swear to you, those human residents of mine have put at least 10,000 years on me.

Love from Mother Earth.
XXX

P/S…..
The rancid pong you mentioned is due to me feeling like crap. Sorry!

PP/S…I know what you mean about the sun. He just distances himself from any impending trouble and is content to paint a happy, glowing face on everything.