Across the vast black night sky,
The moon lets out a deep sigh.

On seeing the clusters of stars,
Her heart has never ending wars,

They are beautiful, have friends,
She is all alone, till end.

Silly; insecure, jealous of them,
She doesn't know, she is a precious gem.

Her full bloom makes the wolves howl with joy,
It churns the oceans strong enough to destroy,

Her crescent shape soothes souls; and her absence,
The stars fail to replace her essence.