THE LAUGHING MOON

There
Up there
Hanging in the night sky,
The laughing moon
He's gone too soon
I never get to ask him why?
The smile
On his face
Wouldn't be out of place
On a clown,
Who'd frown
And before the sun
Sends him back into space.
He looks milky
Smile so silky
Is he really made of cheese,
Its not a grin
That wouldn't be him
He seems so easy to please.
I'd fly a balloon
To reach the smiling moon
And kiss him there on the cheek,
Is that a mole or a crater?
Does he mind his face
Looking like a potato?....er
Don't wait for an answer
He can't speak!
So silvery moon in the sky
Laughing moon up high
Why do you smile at us?
Is it because we kill?
And waste our talent and skill
Why do we make such a fuss?
There
Up there
The moon laughs at us all,
All our waste and our stress
Oh how we've made such a mess
He patiently awaits our fall.
Phil Hall  July 2014