A playful moon

When the moon wakes,After a long bright day,He looks to the Heavens,To see who wants to play,For it's the moon's play time,High in the sky he looks and looks,For the one who he knows is there but can't see yet,All night long he looks and looks for his friend, The one with light that never ends,All night long to no bitter end the poor moon can't find his friend, So know you see the moon is getting sleepy,  So the moon before closing his eyes crys out to the great bright light , I'll look again tomorrow night for my friend that's so bright, Goodnight.