Pristine beauty on the sky,

You add charm to the blanket of night.

Soothing is your presence 

And comforting is your light.

Legends speak about you a lot,

Your existence has the Gods involved.

You are an integral part of the lullaby,

Seeing you, we have devoured our meals.

Your stories are fascinating,

Just like how you look.

Even though you have blemishes,

They too look beautiful.

Your growth resonates hope,

Positivity and above all life,

Your decrease, reminds us,

To stay grounded to our roots.

*Chandamama – moon 

Originally published in the Penmancy website as a submission for Penmuse67