The Moon

I am the elaboration of sky

I am the protagonist of the night

I feel solitary being up so high

But it's okay being far from the lunatic fight.

My advent in the dim light is pacific

My presence to the earthly life is artistic

After scarlet dusk I provide an overshadow

And waits to converse with that lone widow.

I am the beautiful part of babies' lullaby

Which their mothers sing to stop them cry

I quench the loneliness of old gesture

As he admires me and my lusture.

My departure is announced by soothing dawn

Don't be upset I will come again to remove your frown.