Why do we love the moon?
We do.
Does it take us somewhere else?
Or bring us back to where we belong?
So far away down here alone.
Alone like the moon, perhaps we relate,
The moon up there, far away.
Close enough, so we depend
On the moon to bring us light,
A sense of joy, a feeling right.
When all around is dark out there,
One sure orb greater than the light
Of each shining star, however bright
Sometimes blurred through mist and fog
Yet pure and simple as we wish life was.
On nights when the moon may seem gone,
It’s still there and will live on.
Go out, look up each night above
Inspired by the moon, live on as it does.
Strive and thrive, be there, shine forth
Count on the moon we love
Because.