The Flooding Moon
The rivers are flooding
The houses are sinking
Moms, dads, and children have to start running,
Gather yourself, quick; fast without thinking.
The floods happened over a week,
Some have stayed dry,
While others begin to shriek,
No one can help but cry.
The moon rises every night,
Tall shadows cast on the ground
Long in length and tall in height
The light of the night has now been found.
Some fear the dark
While others love the sky,
The moon creates an arc,
One larger than my own eye.
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