I glow in the night sky,
Yet am always outshined by
The one that they all call a star.
If given the chance,
My glow could enhance
The feeling of love in your heart
I will never be the favorite one;
That title belongs to the sun,
Under which children have fun.
Where are they when I'm up high,
Glowing bright above the night sky?
They're dreaming of when morning comes,
When I will say goodbye.
They are all asleep in bed;
Whilst I am there over their heads.
Why don't they notice my presence
If I am so of the essence?
I will never know.
- Luna
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