The moon shines bright up in the sky,
But sometimes it can be quite sly.
It hides behind a cloud so mean,
Leaving us in darkness, unseen.
Its light can change from big to small,
Leaving us with no light at all.
It teases us with its crescent shape,
And disappears without escape.
The mean moon plays tricks on us all,
Leaving us feeling very small.
But we still love its beauty bright,
Even when it’s out of sight.