The moon is old, so old—4.6 billion years,
Alone in the sky, with no one near.
Cold and dark, but it’s still okay,
Helping Earth in its own quiet way.
The sun doesn’t pay any attention;
The moon keeps moving.
Its closest light is really far,
But it shines for us wherever we are.
Sometimes it hides behind the sun,
Taking a break when the day is done.
Stars shine bright and steal the show,
But the moon’s light still softly glows.
It feels close, yet it’s so far,
Lighting up the night like a gentle star.
You can see it wherever you roam,
Resting by day, shining at home.
