I am the owner of every nights.
I am the one who beautify the nights.
There’re stars to help me to beautify the night.
Everyone is waiting for me.
I spread my shine to whole the sky.
The night without me is a night of hell.
I always try to appear and spread my shine in every nights.
I am alone around with struggling little and adult stars.
Little stars , adult stars help me to beautify the night too.
When there is no more me how will poets fill their blank papers
When there is no more me who will quench the thirst of tired people ‘s souls.
When there is no more me how will children raise their hands upon to the sky.
I am the moon one who fulgent the night with glorious colors.
I am the moon who adorn the sky as a bride.
I am the moon who quench the dire thirst by splendour shine
I am the moon who conert barren words into live


Hey wealth... welcome to EE. And your poem is a good try as we saw many versions of it 🙂 the latest one is published here for you!
Was just wondering how moon helps quenching the thirst!?
Please clarify or advise if some edits are required...
Keep writing 🙂