Starry Sky (A Sonnet)

Looming high above, a beautiful pearl
perfect circle, reflecting off the sea
silver shadow of the moon naturally
before my eyes the starry sky unfurls
like the innocence of a teenage girl
and the moon emerges from clouds with glee
it then disappears from view playfully
but not before giving the stars a whirl.
Just for one moment it shines with splendor
becoming a dull color of silver
still it looks beautiful, with great fervor
like the golden hues of tasty nectar.
When I see the moon I only wonder
poems thanking her being stellar.