Does the moon look down
At us humans
And shed a tear because
We are always writing about
How she shines
And not her being or
How she resides in the sky?
It's similar to a story about
A girl with a pretty face
We always hear about her lovely
Angles
Her lovely eyes
And how lovely her face shines
But we don't look into her
We are blind to her way of life
She wants us to notice her soul
But it's floating away
Towards the moon
And they can cry
Together.