Youth Poetry - Second Place

The precious moon has no name to go by,
If not the Earth's dear sphere, what is the moon? Bearing no other purpose in the sky,
But beautiful tears in absence of noon

The celestial lover, ever forlorn,
Only shining for, and orbiting Earth. Perchance, if the Earth was much less adorned The moon would be renamed; a second birth.

Rather, Earth should circle the moon instead, Perhaps, merely shine for the moon alone. Then within them, ethereal beauty spread, Magnificent tears, facing the unknown.
The moon would never feel alone again, Together stars, their love would ever reign.