Mystic Moon

Mystic Moon

Feeling weak and weary from the day's long toils, I lay on the grass and gaze up at the sky. The moon shines like a golden coin, and the stars glimmer like glass. The heavens are painted in inky black, with shades of navy blue. It fills my heart and soul with a sense of grandeur, to behold nature's finest work painted on a canvas of creation. As I lay there on the damp grass, contemplating the wonders of the world, my mind recalls a cherished memory:

under the moon

you hold my hand

as we watch the stars

I see the fire

in your eyes for me