As the men went bouncing and jumping and leaving more marks on Moon’s scarred face, he did not worry about his appearance. Instead, he enjoyed their cheer and laughter. He liked that they left footprints on his surface. It was like they were writing him a letter he could keep forever. He would cherish these imprints and celebrate them as marks of love from Earth’s people. He proudly held their flag, their sign for love and peace.
Five more times men came to visit him, and each time they praised his craters, his tranquil face, his soft, powdery soil. They even took pieces of him back to Earth, so they could keep him close. The Moon was grateful a piece of him was always on his beloved Earth. He welcomed them each time, happy to greet them, hugging them softly with his gentle atmosphere and tender gravity. The men always left jubilant and proud.
Though it has been many years since Earth’s people have landed on the Moon, he is no longer shameful. The Moon smiles all month for them, beckoning them to remember him each night and to thank Earth for keeping him close in the sky. He shines his brightest once a month, showing all of his face, his heart full of joy and pride. This is why we call it the Full Moon.