An appreciation of the moon.

Hey, moon! You look like a wine glass to me.

You tell me what I call thee.

Moon or pearl in the necklace of Princess.

When I say so, O'Lady, don't call me reckless.

Cause though they praise your beauty but still may I apologise.

Day by day it's beauty increases to our surprise.

May be we appreciate may be we don't.

But moon will still be moon.

It will shine, it has to.

For no one in universe is like it.

Dancing among the stars, shining with grace.

Somethings I wonder are really made ace.