The moon calls to all through whispers.
It is up to all of us to listen.
The moonlight shows the river's ripples,
and the tears in eyes, they glisten.
The sky embraces the moon,
never letting up.
Separating her from the sun,
The cycle of night and day,
Never to become corrupt.
The moon watches over us while we dream,
The only one to know
Reality is much less than it seems