Oh Moon, I watch you as,
Your face looks down,
On my Indian summer,
You stare so pensively at your Mother Earth below.
Someday soon,
We'll climb your hills,
And inhabit your craters,
And you can smile on, knowingly.
So far away; remote, you seem as, You pass above our little lives.
Give us your blessing as you roll by.
Nic East, Jim Thorpe, PA USA Creativity begins with a novel thought.
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Oh Moon, I watch you as,
Your face looks down,
On my Indian summer,
You stare so pensively at your Mother Earth below.
Someday soon,
We'll climb your hills,
And inhabit your craters,
And you can smile on, knowingly.
So far away; remote, you seem as, You pass above our little lives.
Give us your blessing as you roll by.
Nic East, Jim Thorpe, PA USA Creativity begins with a novel thought.