The Moon


A silver crescent hangs in the sky
Like an ornament on a Christmas tree
It shines so bright, providing the light,
Needed for all to see

The brightness of that cratered sphere
Reflects upon the ocean below
The perfect white round shape of it
Adds a beauty like no other to this world

Coming in all shapes and forms
And never staying the same,
You realize that it's just like you,
Changing every day

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