She lives up in the sky and sees our planet going about, day in and day out.
She does not judge or intervene, just brings the ocean to our shores never late always on course.
So this I ask to you my Moon do you smile or even swoon. When you look down and see our faults do you wish you’d fall to Earth and smash the humans to a pulp.
When we look up we see the sky and want to journey the big big pie. But how can we dream of far off scapes when we cannot control this place. The hate and fear is being spread yet the Moon still comes out
To put us to bed.