It seems even the moon knows envy. How fortunate, it thinks, to be a creature of Earth. to yawn, to close your eyes, to surrender, to sleep. While I remain the leading role upon the magnificent stage of stars, forever insomniac, always awake whenever the night takes its turn. I watch the Earth, though it has never orbited me. Still, humans look up in wonder, and I keep them company while they wander in dreams. But when will I ever do the same, if the dark sky always needs me?