Wisdom of Moon

 Wouldn't it be a wonder to wonder, if we had the wisdom of the moon? The  moon, earth's constant companion and earth's alone, could relate the whole history of this planet for us to contemplate. If we had brains over what we depend on from earth's elements in imagining we are superior with our ever developing pieces of plastic and metal and electricity, things that stand or fly or run along or seemingly entertain us and educate us and protect us? Do these pieces we create really make our lives better or do they as ever, make it increasingly complicated?  Luna, the moon, has been here since our beginning. What is it that the moon could tell of all that it has seen until now, and even now. Will it, if we could understand it, make us wise, perhaps wiser? Could we  knit together all of the past and its lessons to teach us what we have never seemed to learn? What it sees over the millions of years, is fact, not fancy or faith, but hard fact with no judgement attached. It saw truths and only truths. There were no conclusions. What were the most important truths would we learn that could fix this crowded place with its happenings and ills and mistakes and tragedies and wonders and joys and great beauties? Would we need to know, if we saw at last what  shape the earth's plan ought to be? Would all humans on earth finally come to some kind of agreement in appreciating life in the only place we know that gives us everything we need and to realize finally, that without it we perish forever? Would we then gain and follow what we gather, as being more important than gold and the power that some sad self destructive humans attain with it? Would we see our own follies and forgive them? Would we know what we are in being human and that all else is secondary? Oh Moon, Silent Moon, when we look in your face, will you tell us? Will we learn to be one as you see us, or will we go on as blindly as we have?