Moon
Grey and dead she floats above us
Marked by a million battles
Her craters and plains add to her
beauty
She still smiles down on us
What kind of power does she have
Lighting the Earth through the blackest
night
Her face drives some people to complete
madness
She lowers inhibitions
The young look on her to fall in love
Even animals howl to sing her praises
Many babies have been created under her
light
Even so, very few share her name
She is a goddess everyone worships
Coming and going as she travels
She looks down on the Earth admiring
her sister
Loving those who gaze upon her
She asks for nothing in return
Just take the time to look at her
Admire her beauty
And she will keep smiling down on us
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