POEM

IT’S BEAUTY

You are not crescent

Neither are you spherical

But you are crescent

And you are spherical

Beauty lies in you

Beauty lies around you

Beauty radiates from you

You are an epitome of beauty

Like a pendant on the neck of a bride

Like a ship in the midst of the Atlantic

Like a tree in the Kalahari

So you stand out in the vast sky

You move about your territory

Like a proud landlord

Your position at a time

Tells the ancient what season it is

Sometimes you are big

Sometimes you are small

But no matter the time or season

You are big to those who are in love

So many names you have

According to your dealings

Some call you the moon

I call you the beauty of nature at night