Moons… a poem

MOONS

Callisto, oh you fight so hard,

And tactically make your way.

In the shadow of your bigger sister

Around Jupiter, you play.

Ganymede will always have

The virtue of the night.

But who knows what the future holds?

One day you’ll get it right.

Ever cast to be the second

Of the larger two.

And in this solar system

You’re third of the largest moons.

So, filled with pride along your ride

Spinning there in space.

While 390 million miles away…

Luna shines with grace.