Miss Luna - The Moon Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A silver disc, a silent guide,
Hangs in the dark, where stars reside.
It pulls the tides, a gentle sway,
That shapes our coasts, night and day.

It keeps our world from tipping far,
A steady friend, a shining star.
But is it chance, or something more,
That placed it there, forevermore?

It drifts so slow, a tiny creep,
While ancient cosmic secrets sleep.
Does gravity's dance, a random art,
Or does a mind hold it apart?

A whisper soft, a silent plea,
For meaning in this mystery.
We watch its light, and wonder why,
It stays so close, beneath the sky.