I love the moon, though I don't know why. sometimes it's far,
sometimes it's near

as if I could catch it from the roof top.
it's gaze, so calm and peaceful,
the more I stare, the more beautiful it becomes
like a motherly love for her child.

I love the moon, though I don't know why, Each day I'm amazed by its appearance.
I watch it shift,
change shapes, and sometimes colors.

it's like the relieved feeling you get when finally lay to rest after a long, stressful day.
i love the moon, though I can't say exactly why.