The Moon
Some days, She would show up,
Some days, she is nowhere to be seen,
There are days when she shines so bright,
A beautiful scene; the brightest night.
She is always above me, above you, above us,
Cloaked in the softest clouds, dressed in the brightest
stars,
Watching us till we sleep, radiating her lullabies.
She guards the night from dust till dawn,
She watches what the people do or how they yawn,
There are the days where she meets with her brother,
The one who lends her the strength to make Night look
brighter.
She is the Moon one of God’s greatest wonder,
She makes Life ever so much better.
She makes the tide go higher or lower,
She is the one we consolidate even if She can’t really here,
She is known for Lycans, Ghosts and Vampires,
I don’t really care, I beg to differ.
To me she is God’s greatest wonder,
Life without her will never be better...
