She held the moon in her hands
She had somehow captured it from the night sky 
I asked her why she chose to take it
She shrugged and said she didn’t know why
The moon began to dim without the sun
Its dust scattering as she walked the streets
The night has come sleepily 
And finds the moon gone
Yet she holds it so tight
Moon dust starts to stain her finger
The moon was soon to lose its light
So she threw it back up into the sky
She had to let go with all her might
So the moon could get back its shine