• Gloriousness faces me each night,
    but never appears exactly the same.
    She glows; her face so brilliant and bright,
    but from another place that brightness came.

    She holds the highest honor of the lands,
    but barely creates a dent in the sky.
    It looks like I could take her in my hands,
    except my reach doesn't go quite that high.

    You wonder who, in the world, is this "she",
    you cannot forget her; give it a thought.
    So now you question me, "Who might she be?"
    do not bribe; my answer cannot be bought.

    She burns like a flame above the sand dunes.
    She is my Luna... My beautiful moon.