A Barren Place

There is no rain on the moon,
flowing rivers or blue seas.
A drab and colorless globe,
with not so much as a breeze.

There is no air there to breath,
no green trees or fields of snow.
A desolate desert, with
no chance life will ever show.

There is no diversity,
just dust wherever you look.
A boring, bleak, barren place,
that time long ago forsook.

And yet it looks beautiful,
hung in an ebony sky.
And when it melds with our hearts,
there's no need to question why.