I am brighter than you

She takes a lone walk,
the morning promises a fresh beginning,
she places her bare feet on the dew wet grass,
the grass-blades awakening her a little more.

The professional that she is,
hard-work is her mantra.
A go-getter in all she does,
at work she can be a nasty task master.

She softens by evening,
her sartorial elegance begins to show up,
she sashays down the club aisle,
she knows all eyes are on her.

She quietly takes a corner,
the corner suddenly becomes bright,
she sits for a while as the pianist plays a Beethoven,
but something else is tempting her from outside.

The moon is on its full,
she knows she can count the stars,
but tonight she wants to take on the celestial body,
proudly she tells the moon ,"I am brighter than you."