Dear Moon
Don’t tell that narcissistic Sun but I love you so much more. Your gentle glow is much less blinding than the Sun’s egotistical manner. Your gentle light shows your humble manner of self-esteem. Sure sometimes you get a SuperMoon, but it’s well deserved and a fun time.
My dear Moon, my favorite thing is staying up all night and writing line after line inspired by you. Under your silky soft gaze, the words pour out in an inadequate attempt to capture your beauty, grace, and talent into words.
Handsome Moon, your music is so beautiful. The crickets chirping and cicadas screaming. A gentle breeze rustles the trees and whistles in the air. A true symphony conducted by you, Moon, unable to be stolen by man.
Love,
An Admirer








