Caveat: Poem #1694 “Sun vs Moon in the primeval garden”

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Long ago, the sun had a garden.
She worked her hands in the damp earth.
Sometimes the stars helped with seeds.
The green things flourished, there.
The moon watched, jealous.
One night, she crept.
She sent clouds.
It rained.
Flood.

– a nonnet.