When night falls and the sun is gone

when we are tucked into bed

The radiant beauty is borns

And once old  granny  said



She is of serine white, a colour of pure

A thousands myths she has spun

A hundred if which she has cure

all the night while having fun



Little did I know, who she is

Just a creature in the night sky

Oh! what can we do of her milky bliss

I wish only…..  Alas I  could fly



The brightest star in the night sky

The silver star like my silver spoon

She wants to be one, but can’t, so try

Oh my dear sparkling star, you’d always be the moon