The dark side of the moon is beautiful, unseen by the eyes of man.
It is made of cheese.
The man who lives on the moon lies in hibernation. He is sad. He once lived on the bright side and spent his day looking at the beautiful blue orb in the sky. He used to wonder how fortunate the inhabitants were to live in such a beautiful place. I have all this cheese, but all are shades of grey.
The colour blue inspires me to dream, it is the colour of the imagination. The white clouds, the drifts are suggestive of whispers promising peace. The colour green evokes growth, but alas he noticed a change, the white clouds were slowly turning to grey; the green retreating, the clouds began to shield all and became angry.
And, so in great sadness, he could not bear to see the beautiful blue orb fade away. And so, he decided to turn away and hide on the dark side of the moon. There he would remain invisible, for what he cannot see cannot be real. He has his memories, and nothing can take that away from him. So now he looks at stars wondering how many other blue orbs exist amounts them.