The Crab
Born beneath the silver moon's soft glance,
You carry home within your slow advance.
A shell of pearl, a fortress deep and true,
To guard the tender heart that lives in you.
The tides of feeling ebb and flow each day,
A lunar pull you cannot keep at bay.
You sense the whispers that the world forgets,
And hold the memory that lingers, yet.
Your claws are gentle, though they seem so stern,
A lesson that the wary soon will learn:
For love, you'll cross the sharpest, darkest sand,
And build a kingdom with a caring hand.
Oh, child of dusk and nurturing embrace,
You paint the world with kindness and with grace.
The cosmic ocean swells within your soul—
A depth of love that makes the spirit whole.