Moon
Moon
by Ayla Lisza Jane Besinger
The gratious smile of the pale blue object,
Floating in the darkened sky,
While singing a sensational lullaby,
Swaying back and forth,
Breathing by a shout of the trees,
Calling to the ocean waves,
To show the power it holds,
It and its friends leave for a few moments within a time,
Then the softened call it makes,
Tells the glistering stars,
That the black blanket has come forward,
And now they are to fill the sky once again,
To light our way,
Thourgh the dark and mystical night.
