The moon hears the stars in the
Outers of space
Speaking, asking, wondering
Why it is so giving of itself
Humbled, the moon speaks and
Says, shouldn't I not be free
To give? As my brilliance in light
Is freely given by one of your own?
Yes, but we watch in your travels
You are swiped and scooped
Until you are visible not
Until you come again...
The stars, wanting to know more
Await the moon's return
And true to its form
Its presence is shone
They ask the question anew
Where is it you go?
Is it painful we ask?
When you go where you go
From the scoops upon
Scoops upon scoops
time over time
As long as your birth
You do this, you give
You never complain
Not so much as an
Ouch!
Again the moon speaks,
It is no bother be assured
No harm is done
It is really my pleasure
You see, the people
Seem to like what transpires
Look forward to it they do
On this planet mostly blue
So as I partner with you
Closet star who gives light
I take what you give
So to shine big and bright
No reasons are needed
Explanations none too
It is but a small wonder
In this vastness of wonders
I will do this, and too will you
Until there is light no more.
Now, we have light
No worries, just wonders
