The Moon

Look the moon at the sky,
the moonlight's on my eye.

And I'm out of my world,
in a dream, where I've found.
The aim of our life,
is to be like the sun.

If we spread some light,
it will be reflect to everyone, 

Just like, when sun reflects himself by moon,

Non-living things come alive.

When it falls over people,
they stop yelling, and feel the light.

Countries are fighting, but when army,
see the light, they stop to fight.
I've tried to found why does it happen,
but never never I've got a science!
 

When the sun can't be,
beside of us, in the
dark night, but there's
moonlight in air.
The sun has sent a letter,
to us by the moon.

That he is right here,
and he'll appear soon. 

Just like, when a lost child finds his father,
his dead heart comes alive.
Like mother always calls her son or daughter,
if they're so far from her eyes.

Like moon always keeps rotating round the earth,
so we can see it on the sky.
May this poem becomes sunlight, 

and readers carry it to others eyes.