And resembled its best hue.
The sky looked lifelessly pale
As no life breathed in the light’s gale.
Yet the moon shone nonchalantly,
Whole and completely.
It made its appearance everyday
And I always met its gaze.
I'll say this without a doubt,
Just as the moon revolved round and about:
Never had it shone better in he morning,
Than to the night’s darkening.
It looked like a pearl in the sky
But with an aura of loneliness surrounded by.
And so it hid beneath the blue,
Fading away as the sun made its cue.