I Love The Moon

The Moon looks so good in the night,

Whit as snow, glowing brightly in the night skies.

It comes up with different shapes,

They never are the same every day.

Whenever I look in the sky,

To see the shape tonight.

Sometimes round, sometimes half,

Sometimes it comes with the shape of a smile.

It is surrounded by many stars,

Many times it is alone in the sky,

Fleeing lonely at times.

I wish I could go there and stay with it.

Like my mom used to say bedtime stories.