The Treasured Moon

The moon seems to smile while I admire her glare But it is a he or she Shining way up there ? Well there is a 'Miss Moon' I'm pretty sure of that or is the man in the moon Laughing whilst tipping his hat Surely she is too delicate To not be of the fairer sex Or have I angered the man up there Leaving him most perplexed The moon is quite magnificent And as beautiful as a rose Quite possibly a gentle lady Or gentleman I suppose What matter most is that it's there Like a beacon in the sky Showing us there is always hope When no hope seems nearby It shows itself For our delight And brightens up The darkest night So Miss moon or man I don't mind at all As long as that orb of beauty is seen and treasured by all