The crickets sing like choirs of whispering sighs; The trees are snoring softly, far away. Night elves are laughing merrily the way A child will laugh with innocence in her eyes. The moon has sprouted wings, and now she flies Across the milky night; She seems to say, "All earth rejoice; I've driven off the day, And many hours shall pass before sunrise." Upon the earth she sheds a magic light That creeps into my room, to my delight-- The guardian and symbol of the night. When late at night I lie awake in bed, Awaiting sleep while weary hours tread, The moon puts pleasant dreams into my head.
Reason for writing:
From the window in my room, I can see the moon shinning through.
Have you ever really looked at the moon and seen the face of the man?
Well I have, and it brings me a sense of peace so i just had to write a poem about it!!!
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