The Full Moon

Looks can be deceptive
The full moon is so reflective
Her mood waxes and wanes
She laughs and then complains
It’s that time of the month
She’s not happy – unlucky for some
But have no fear: glee will surely come
She’ll be full of light, and then will have won
A crescent may not seem pleasant
But’s it’s better than nothing
So, she looks at herself –the Brightside of life,
Shines, smiles: sizable gains- it lessens the strife
The full moon is full of emotion
She brings on waves of commotion
Her name is Luna, and no sooner, will she adjust
But until then, we love her, we need her – we must.