Everyone swooned at the orange moon Although it knew, it didn’t own, the glow Yet shined for everyone alike A celestial force, in the starry sky
As the night grew The moon soared in the sky It seemed to orbit with ease The orange moon, at peace For its glow, it owed to the sun
It didn’t mind changing attires Through phases, thinning, gaining, losing the curves but always admired and enjoyed the run Orbiting around the sun Its flaws camouflaged