The Moon

I wasn't taught to love the moon
I never read it in books
Yes, the sun seem like home to me
and the moon, just an object that projected light on my tired roof
I dare not lie, I peeped at the moon once and I was curious to know why a woman was pounding on it
Soon I realized it brought me comfort, staring and aligning with the stars
Look up, for it's always a beautiful sight especially at its fullest
Now I love the full moon.