Hovering spherical orb so very high in the sky, Graced with pale light such a far distance away from our home, Very few hath walked thine surface, but they shalt forever Be known. No air to breathe on thy surface, though footprints mar Thy pale visage. Scars of a vicious birth remain there yet. A stone of philosophy, scholars have looked and saw love For how brightly thee glows with twinkling stars surrounding thee. Moon, sweet luna thou hath remained with Earth since thy grim birth. Gravity allows thee to remain until Earth's mother Consumes both thou, Earth, and any of us that remain alive.