The moon is resting
On the white clouds.
If I am the moon,
You are the clouds
Embracing me.
Don't we look
Beautiful together?
The World is watching us
As we shine together.
But you left with
The winter winds.
Now the world
Calls me lonely.
Dark clouds surrounding me.
Dear poets, don't worry
As I am enough
For you to write about.
Alone I shine brighter
And beautiful as ever
But you're just
A white cloud now.
