The Moon Stooped Down Poem by moon batchelder

the moon stooped down
to touch a stone
and shone her silver light upon.

the stone, unmoved
remained the same.
what time her gentle glow was gone;

the stone, alone
'neath moonless skies
thought fondly of those nights gone by.

when she had shone
like brilliant gem.
he longed, but never wondered why

the gentle moon
would not return.
he knew the answer all too well;

'twas pride of stone
the light to own.
and thusly ancient angels fell.