"The Moon"

A gentle drop of light

A shine of purest white

Nestled in the velvet black

The sun glinting off her back

She shines on us from the sky

Higher than the birds can fly

Her soft white rays light up the night

Making all the blackness bright

A huntress in her own right

Hunting all the sad of night

She cheers them up with rays of hope

Then they all cease to mope

From her perch in the sky

She makes me wonder why

Some people wish the over bright day

Would always and eternally stay