Wonder

The moon we see in the sky
is much more than meets the eye.

Don’t you agree? She’s there,
always beautiful, always standing,
never falling, never bending,
she’s there, and she’s strong.

She didn’t tell me, I simply know
just by watching her grow.
And after the dying comes the reborn:
she never gives up, though she’s torn.

Sometimes she smiles – I get so happy!
I smile with her, I sleep tight.
Sometimes she’s serious – oh, well…
Her wonder shows and that’s my light.

I love to watch her as the time goes by,
even if after the clouds there’s a thunder.
My moon still hangs there in the sky
with no smile – just wonder…