Three beasts roamed a jungle one night,
While moon gleamed up in sky, full and bright.
It was supposed to be an eclipse, that day,
Moon was thus to be inched to dark and dismay.
Darkness began to shroud the jungle soon,
As scary dark sipped milky light, off the moon.
Poor beasts were the one to get scared,
As they were told demons that day went flared.
They ran around for a tree: shelter to find some,
And found a found an orchid, all calm and mum.
Astonished they asked, eclipse it is today,
Demons disguised in dark, moon they slay.
Flower smiled to say:
I and you make a part of Earth’s shadow on moon,
Making an eclipse and it fades away, so very soon.
And then there were four more happy gazers at moon.
P. S: i don’t know what you call it, but some call it a ‘paradigm shift’ (a more serious definition, far from what i meant is here). You think in a direction and an incident/talk/glimpse/or your own idea makes you to think in a whole new way. The whole perception changes.
A metaphorical try. Do you have any paradigm shifts to share?