The Moon

The moon.

She is mysterious, yet comforting; always there, a sweet security.

She moves slowly about in the night sky,

Replaced in the morning by Her brother, The Sun.

She changes with the months, leaves for awhile, but always returns.

The clouds dance around Her in the twilight.

Her kisses gleam on trees.

She peaks through windows, and smiles upon mountains.

Her face is tender, her spirit peaceful.

She watches us quietly,

A thoughtful look of contemplation upon Her face.

A solitude beauty, shining light upon the world in the dark;

A reminder of hope, that tomorrow is coming.

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