Moon Poem by David Pass

There's no birds or grass, animals or trees
Volcanic lava makes up the dry seas
The rocks do not change, there is no rebirth
You're one sixth the weight that you are on Earth

The mountains are high, some craters are deep
There's no sound at all the moon is asleep
With no air to breath it's lifeless and dead
But it looks quite nice when you're home in bed

The moon gives us tides so waders can feed
And moves oceans to and fro which we need
The moon keeps Earth's tilt from moving about
Or we'd freeze and then bake without a doubt