Without the Sun’s generosity, there would be no gentle Moonlight

He listens to his heart as the horizon calls, and does what he feels is right

 

Sometimes I am red, and sometimes I am blue

Whatever else I am, I'm still a smaller version of you

 

When you wander in the darkness

and find you've lost your way

Night doesn't stay too dark too long

Moonlight as bright as day

 

And then, one day, I recall, a July afternoon

Rocket landed from Earth, and man left footprints on the Moon

 

“Not knowing what I wanted, about the Universe did I roam,

said the Moon, “but once I’d found my Earth, I knew I’d found my home.”

 

Waxing and waning, all part of growing pains

Made no sense the darkness

Moon washed away by rains

 

Perhaps the Sun had not thought this through

and gone down too soon

Dark clouds rush through the sky, crushing out the Moon