Once there was a boy, Who adored the moon, Captivated by her beauty, Envious of her. He called out to her, But his voice vanished In the emptiness of space, He longed to hold her, But he could not reach her. She was a treasure, One he could not possess, Only to admire from afar. He grew frustrated That he could never draw the moon Any closer. But he could not live like this— Downcast, Downhearted. He decided that The least he could do Was to care for her Silently; That the least he could do, Was to find a way To bridge the space between... So, He hoped.