The moon it hangs low in the sky
Most of it hiding,
Peaking out, shy

Waiting to be beckoned out
From the darkness around
To come out and shout

Through my window i see its show
Getting bigger, brighter
Increasing its glow

Full of pride, its shining light
King of the sky
Til the sun gives it a fright

Then once again it cowers away
Unable to compete
The sun rules the day

But nevertheless, it bides its time
Waiting, hiding,
Rising again to replace the sunshine

So night or day - always there
Whether the moon or the sun
Their light, they do share