A Barren Place
There is no rain on the moon,
flowing rivers, or blue seas.
A drab and colorless globe,
without as much as a breeze.
There is no air to breathe there,
nor green trees or flakes of snow.
It's a desolate desert,
with zero chance; life will show.
There is no diversity;
just rocks wherever you look.
A dusty, bleak, barren place,
that time long ago forsook.
Yet, it looks so beautiful;
hung in an ebony sky.
And when it captures our hearts,
there’s no need to question why.
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