by chrisglos
@ Sunday, 19. Mar, 2006 - 21:29:25
The moon it hangs low in the sky
Most of it hiding,
Peaking out, shy
Waiting to be beckoned out
From the darkness around
To come out and shout
Through my window i see its show
Getting bigger, brighter
Increasing its glow
Full of pride, its shining light
King of the sky
Til the sun gives it a fright
Then once again it cowers away
Unable to compete
The sun rules the day
But nevertheless, it bides its time
Waiting, hiding,
Rising again to replace the sunshine
So night or day - always there
Whether the moon or the sun
Their light, they do share
21/03/06 @ 19:19