Moon

You are not less than a miracle.

All that you touch,

And all that you see.

All that you taste,

All that you feel,

All that you love,

And all that you hate.

All you distrust,

All you save,

And all that you give.

And all that you deal with.

And all that you buy

Beg, borrow or steal.

And all that you create,

And all that you destroy.

All that you do,

All that you say,

And all that you can eat.

And everyone you meet.

All that you slight,

And with everyone you fight.

And all that is now,

And all that is gone,

And all that's to come.

And everything under the sun,

Is in tune.

But the sun is eclipsed,

By the moon.