The Making of the Moon

The moon was born with Earth they say
Two vortex, large and small
Of gas and dusty nebula
And gravitation's pull

Little wind does stroke its land
For mass is sixth of Earth
Which holds down little Atmosphere
Around its smaller girth

It doesn't suffer weathering
Or recycling of rocks
It's craters still look like the day
The meteors gave it pox

The moon it had no H20
No vapour formed a sea
The soup of life was not there served
So remained species free!

The jealous moon so tries to steal
Our oceans from their sleep
In cohorts with the Sun
In tides, the water it does reap

It shares our sky as night time falls
Lit by Suns distant rays
Earths shadow makes it wax and wane
in monthly orbit phase

It shows us always that same face
A twirl timed to perfection
The dark side made to shy away
and ne'er holds lights reflection

It has a trick tucked up it's sleeve
When trajectory befits
Its size and distance blocks the Sun
In rare lunar eclipse

But feel the comfort shared by those
In full moons gentle light
It's softness soothes the wounded heart
And hears its woeful plight

A flip of coin would have us think
The disc could turn us wild
It sparked a werewolf fairy tale
That scared me as a child

The moon was born with Earth they say
I think it was decided.
The other explanations
Was that meteor collided

In orbit round the Earth it stayed
Thats how the theory's stated
But I prefer the version here
That has the two related.











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