My talk with the moon

The moon comes up to my ear and whispers,with its crackling breath .Frost gathers on me. As I gaze into the moons eyes I see shining stars.But actually it is the sun peeking out from behind the moon. Trying to get a glimpse of the night.I look at its round shape and think it is a big diamond lighting up our sky.As it reflects off of the succulent buds covered with wet raindrops blooming on the trees, ground and in flower pots.I see all the craters on its face.I guess that they are bruises from all the bigger moon bullies.I almost feel sorry for it.But now we say our goodbyes and it goes back up into the dark, misty sky and disappears.After a long talk at night , it goes to sleep in the long lasting day.