They call him the man in the moon.
However, that’s not what I see.
The face in the moon is not male.
No it is not. It is a she.
That’s right, the moon is a woman.
Watching over the entire earth.
She blesses us with her presence,
as she has ever since our birth.
Affecting tides and the weather,
she is a most magical one.
As magic as any other.
Well, any other but the sun.
Together they both rule the sky.
One rules day and the other night.
Yet despite what is different,
the two have never had a fight.
If only we could be like them.
No longer fighting each other.
We could follow the example,
of our celestial mother.
Poetry