The moon (and his song)

On a chilly Winters night, I sat on the roof,
I accessed from my bedroom window.
I stared at the Moon, wondering and wishing,
"When will I have a friend?"
Suddenly, the Moon came into view, out hiding from behind the clouds.
A breeze blew,
the leaves flew.
The wind seemed to be singing out to me, saying,
"You aren't alone."
A young boy appeared next to me, and suddenly, my depression was hone