The moon will never know how beautifully she shines,
She will never see her complete beauty,
Unless she views herself in my eyes,
Scattering her precious moonlight against a pond,
The little fishes gaze in awe,
The birds no longer sing nor tweet,
Instead they sit, observing this great, marvellous feat,
The moon is all that I love and all of my cares,
The moon so graceful so pure
I can't help but stare.