Th Moon, like a beacon shines
a halo, a golden light
through a dark and misty night
The Moon, its beam always shines
a blue, bright glow
for the weary to follow
The Moon, it luminates our path
it gives a feel of love
like a smile from God above
The Moon, its unearthly rays
to romance it seems to say
"go on, I'll light the way"
The Moon, as it begins to wane
love in its weakest form
brightens at the site of morn
The Moon, when it glows red
the light of the universe
reflects and to us disperse
The Moon, our moon
to us on earth
it has an unequal worth
The Moon, not just giving light
but making the sea tides
upon whose waves we ride
The Moon, a solid rock
yet able light to reflect
to us who on earth collect
The Moon, we gather to see
your blue face covered
the sun o'er you hover
The moon, in wonder of
an eclipse, a wonder
on earth we watch from under
The first poem I have inserted into a story.
poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.
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