Luna

It's the Mid-Autumn, when it is of tradition to gather and take pleasure in appreciation of our one and only natural satellite, Luna! I'd pen a poem on this white disc hanging perpetual in the night sky, if only I had the time. Moreover, no inspiration for such poems now that this sickness hath descended upon me. Anyway, I'll leave you with an excerpt from William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream...

"Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright...Well shone, Moon...Truly, the Moon shines with a good grace"