observing the moon way up high.
Its light, a peaceful glow,
calms all that shelters below.
The pale radiance fills my sight
as it pierces through the velvet night.
How it promenades with the stars above,
laughing and dancing like fairies in love.
Suddenly a change in pace,
across the heavens it does race.
The moon, Luna's chariot, quickly flies,
moving to the distant horizon before my eyes.
So close now the mood does seem
as the sky awakens from night's dream.
Darkness is now fading ever so slow
as the aura of day begins to glow.
The horizon's so near but not quite there;
the moon wanes as the sun ignites the air.
Through morning mist the moon disappears,
so far from its goal yet still so near.
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