The Moon
By Camille C
Published 16 May 2018
Sometimes you see me
Sometimes you don’t
Some distance away
Some place alone
Often in darkness
Often in more places than one
Always old, sometimes new
Never sad, sometimes blue
It grows
It shrinks
Its sometime full
It never pushes, always pulls
It’s up above
Bright in the sky
But not during the day
During the night
It’s out on display
What am I?
The moon
Did you say?