The moon up high, a shiny ball,
Sheds its light, like a curtain fall,
On waters quiet, smooth, and flat,
Showing dreams, where night is at.
In moonlight’s glow, where shadows play,
The flowers dance at close of day,
And whispers soft, like evening’s breeze,
Are carried forth among the trees.
A symphony of crickets’ song,
Fills air, as night does come along,
The stars above, like diamonds bright,
Illuminate the darkling night.
The willow weeps, its branches sway,
In gentle winds, that kiss its spray,
And fireflies, like tiny sparks,
Illuminate the meadow’s dark.
A dance of joy, of life and grace,
Performs before our eyes,
In moonlight’s glow, where shadows play,
A world enchanted, held at bay.
