The faintly yellow moon
rising on the pink horizon
nestled among the clouds
beautiful, dynamic, strong
The roar of the waves distantly breaking
the calm of the ripples slopping on shore
the moon is above it all
Queen of all she surveys
Bold and fearless,
she climbs higher,
she climbs higher,
till she reaches the top,
no where to go but down
For leave she will, once day breaks
the burning hot sun will push her out
to her other stretch of the universe
before it all begins again
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