I woke up last night
and the sky was dark
and the moon was sitting
lonely
on a bench in the garden.
"Isn't it a shame,
that the sky stays empty,
that your bed stays empty,"
it said,
"And we sit out here."
"I think it's a shame,
that the sky stays dark,
that I don't do as I'm told,
and just sleep."
"Still,
They're empty anyway."
"Yes. They are."
So me and the moon sat
on the garden bench,
and waited for someone to come find us.
YOU ARE READING
Planets
PoetryPoems about each of the planets (and the sun and moon- they're not planets but just roll with it)
