Crescent moon

i'm wondered by the crescent moon ,that how it comes at night and stare,
its half by shadow of the earth and half the shining it couldnt bare,

i'm wondered by the crescent moon,by half a light it does our care,
spreading itself into air,

i'm wondered by the crescent moon, that it do not other things to care,
hanging on it just stares,

it watches us with half a light and crescent moon is lovely sight,

no matter it is half a light ,
i'm wondered by the crescent moon,
it keeps me awake all night ,
it promise me to meet again,
when all the dark will roll in chain.