The sky looks beautiful,
Covered with a gray blanket,
With black spots here and there,
Not one star can be seen,
On the clean dark canvas,
A blank canvas that was filled with,
Madness and anxious thoughts,
Which was hard to fight off,
Just with a scoff,
There was nothing in the sky,
except for the moon,
the bright moon on the black canvas,
it was seen without a companion,
yet it was still shining,
shining its light on others,
others,
who are undeserving,
of it\'s precious presence in their life,
the bright moon,
that lives in darkness,
yet shines its magic on others,
Just like Her.