Some things that we forget

Have you ever wondered how the moon feels about itself????Lets consider it to be she as we often say "that girl is as beautiful as the moon"..I was wondering the other day how would she feel??She stays there all alone among the stars who are meagre compared to her.Are they jealous of her and her beauty??Do they even speak to her or just plot among themselves to outcast her???When the sun blazes people often complain,when it has a mild glow they bask in it and enjoy it...but just imagine the moon.! Except a few lovers, nocturnal creatures,some romantic poets and some insomniac,rest are peaucefully lying "In the arms of Morpheus"..Nobody is there to curse it or appreciate it.Even 20 years ago people had the time to appreciate its beauty and write stories and poetry about it ,but now in this Hi-tech world, we do not even stop for once and enjoy the luminiscence of the eternally beautiful moon.....

So my dear friends lets take some time out from our every day busy schedule and atleast for 5 mins enjoy the aura and the splendour of our nature's creation -our very own moon with our loved ones...
Till then enjoy my favourite poem by Walter de la mare-
Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.