The Moon's a Flyer

 

The moon, she has wings that nobody sees
Yet somehow she manages to fly right through trees
I've watched her do that while driving below her
She never snags branches, the limbs never slow her

Maybe her wings retract just like bird's do,
Or they are really small, I mean, who believed bees flew?
Or maybe she can orient them just as she pleases
She can lean back or aim independent of breezes