Pun of love

Whenever the wind blows,
I know that you have sighed.
Whenever the clouds dash,
I know that you are in a turmoil.
Whenever the stars dim,
I know that you shed tears.
Whenever the trees sway,
I know the moon was covered.

I know the moon is what you desired.
But how could forget
The might of the sun?
There would have veen no moon,
Had there been no sun.
You are entitled to bow in front of sun,
Orelse, how could love have any pun?

Note: this piece has been written by me out of the mere thought of a friend of mine who desired to attain the moon. he vowed that the moon is his. but yes..as life takes its turns..the moon is of no fascination to him now..as he claims..his world has just three colours: black, white and grey. i would love to ask him ...is not hte moon white in colour?