When I look up the sky
Only when it’s night
I see a glowing, silver ball
Which seems to give us light
But every day, it’s never the same
Sometimes full, sometimes half
Not even there sometimes
As if leaving the stars on his behalf
It follows me, wherever I go
Yet I feel, it means no harm
It feels so close and yet so far
It’s just like a magical charm
I love the ball, with its silver streaks
Shining in the night sky
Some might call it the moon
And it seems to be saying “goodbye”