Old Man in the Moon
Such is the aura and the mystic of our, old moon!
Its pearly, nocturnal shine beams down,
Right down to earth every night,
Until the setting of the sun,
Exchanges its yellow and gold,
For the moon’s mighty gleam.
It, being one of many moons,
Is encircled by planet earth,
Each different part of the globe receiving moon beams.
It can appear cold, austere,
And, yet, when the moon is in its crescent phase,
It appears lovely and quite mystical again,
With its well-defined shape
And its moon beam smiling,
Gleaming out over most of the earth.
I have yet to encounter him,
One night I might meet up with him,
That old man in the moon!
But, for now……