The Moon

While others wait for the sun to rise

I wait until they close their eyes

So I can see between the trees

The thing that’s most important to me.


The moon with its illuminating light

Casts a godly glow at night

Trees sparkle and rivers shine

And everything looks so divine.


A special magic it must be

To cast the spell of sleep over me

To make me have dreams and frights

And make me want the morning light.


I can sit all night and watch

As the clock begins to tock

The moon whispering goodbye.

I wave to the brightest star in the sky.



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