Jealous is the moon of the sun.
For very rarely getting to see the light blue sky of day.
Locked away in the cold dark  of night.
With only stars for light.
Living in the shadows, only coming out once the sun goes down.
And only staying till the sun comes up.  
Yet sometimes few and far between getting to pass by during the day.
Shadowing the sun just for a little time.
And yet it is sad for the moon need not be jealous.
For even though its sky is dark.
It is the moon we look upon the most.