<prompt> Write a poem about the moon.  <response>: In the stillness of the night,As the world is draped in darkness,The moon rises high, A luminous orb of light.With its silver glow,It casts an eerie beauty,A sight to behold,A constant in the sky.It waxes and wanes,A symbol of change,A reminder of time,As it passes in our lives.The moon, a celestial wonder,A beacon of light,A guide in the night,A constant reminder.As we gaze upon its face,We are filled with wonder,For the moon, a distant place,Is forever a mystery, forever to ponder. 