The moon is a beauty

Or so they say

But how do they know

When they're so far away?

They think she's pretty.

They say she smiles

But maybe tears are just hidden

By those thousands of miles.

She's all alone

Though there are stars.

There's not one like her.

None who can feel her scars.

She's enchanting,

But she's simply hidden.

She needs the sun;

She can't shine unbidden.

Some call her soothing

While others call her rude.

What they don't see

Is her life of solitude.