The Moon
by Aveline



The moon,
That celestial sphere,
Which hangs above us almost every night,
Which changes shape from day to day,
Until it disappears out of sight,
It affects our lives,
Moving the tides,
It shines so bright,
Giving us light,
Throuought the lonely night,
An orb of silver,
Looking down on us,
With it's mystical face,
It definately has a place,
In all of our hearts,
Glinting there amongst the stars,
Sometimes turning red and blue,
So familier that it is a part of you,
Beautiful and mysterious,
I'm sure it could tell many a story,
Having watched over us like a guardian for all these years,
It is everlastingly familier,
It is our moon