Why does the moon sit and wait patiently for the sun to rise?

Why does it live solemnly, alone in its golden glow?

Does it wish to see flowers bloom under it, 

or does it enjoy the way the trees whisper small stories below?

I wonder, is it jealous of how the sun is worshipped?

But oh, I hope the moon sees how we stare.

How on a summer night it provides a cooling light,

one that is calm and serene.

I wish for it to notice how right here, right now, 

we are in awe.

I could capture this moment forever in my mind’s eye,

the endless abyss of the nighttime sky

The moon could pass for the sun right now,

for it is shining across the rolling hills with swimming grass,

the trees are singing in its spotlight.

And we keep saying

“What a night.”