I am the moon, alone and distant, A star that shines, but is never present. I observe the Earth, with icy eyes, And I see life, flowing like a river beside me. I am the light of the night, a beacon for sailors, A symbol of beauty, an enchanting mystery. But I am also alone, condemned to orbit, Around the Earth, never able to touch it. My phases are a cycle, a repeating rhythm, A cycle of life and death, of light and shadow. I am the full moon, the new moon, A star that changes, but always remains the same. I am the moon, an inanimate object, Without life or emotion, without heart or feeling. But I am also beautiful, a masterpiece of nature, An inspiring star, a symbol of hope and dreams. Yet, in my solitude, I find a strange freedom, The freedom to be, the freedom to shine. I am the moon, a unique and special star, A piece of history, a piece of the universe