Part 1- Pillow talk with the bleeding moon
Snuggling into a sleepy pillow, I look at your hoary. You look like some ocean's all silver-grey foxes has returned to its bosom. Heavy cloud cover was obscuring my view for long time, but I knew you would surface for this conversation. NASA said you should appear brighter, happier, redder, bigger than usual today. But you have a mind of your own and I understand if you would like to dress down.
You look a little duller as a matter of fact. No, you can't blame pollution always for everything wrong with you.