The Moon. How bright she glows but sad and forlorn she looks. Upon Earth she gazes with a lonely ache and longing like one has never known. She watches the lives of its inhabitants and how we gaze at her with awe. She has no air, life to give, nothing to nurture. A mother to none at all, but for her it is torture. Her hopes get up when we venture out and play upon her surface. In the end we never stay, always go. Its her destiny to never be home for life, the sad envy in her glow is why it feels so cold...
