The moon, the moon
A wandering gloom
Follows the light
All through the night,
When even the moon is dark
And wolves yips turn to barks.

Oh moon, oh moon
Darkness leaves soon
Swallows up time,
All times are sublime
Yon orb does makes it so
So you know life will grow.

(c) Kathy J Anderson, All Rights Reserved

©Kathy J Anderson, All Rights Reserved