The Moon

The sky is a black quilt, with a perfect circle carved out for the moon.

The sun, the stars, the oceans, don’t compare to the beauty of the moon.

From our heads above, while we sleep, we are forever protected;

The strength and the power of the full, white, cratered moon.

The nocturnal creatures of the night, scurry about for food;

Though it is quite dark, they are guided by the wonderful moon.

The oceans of the world, have great big tidal waves;

And they depend on the fullness of the great big moon.

The wolves, the coyotes, the foxes, howl as much as their hearts desire;

The thing they all have in common is their dependence on the moon.

Almost everything and everyone revolves around and depends on this one thing.

The world would be different, perhaps quite boring if not for the celestial moon.

This was my first attempt at a ghazal poem back when I was just a little junior in high school.