To the Moon

Usually after the sun's disappear weary birds return their nests, tired workers close day-works all get back respective home, the house wives make dinner silently the night falls on them and on the soft grey earth closing and opening another part. Then in the far vast blue sky you appear as an ever lamp to start on burning yourself to shine dark and mortal earth with your silvery cool light for the whole and long night, as a guard rounds the ground oh! you are lonely destined. People think of that is for the rules of eternal system, but I ask you some questions whom are you looking for? in the wilderness of the earth, why are you conservative? of the light of your other side, why do you swell the seas? The seas roar on the beach, why do you wrong yourself? in expanding and reducing. how long are you there? when lots of stars, meteors, fall down you are alone for long waiting with austere attempt as a saint where is your companion? to share your inner bitter pain. You see here some real facts in your silvery lean and light grey owls hunt feared rats, black bats eat laboured fruits, white swans flirt in old pond odd nocturnal birds fly away flapping their long weary wings. You hear rivers sweet murmur but monstrous seas cruelly roar, you see hungry high waves constantly fall on the beaches; your companion has been taken and killed by the hungry ocean so, you see only the ghost of her but you will get no one, no more.