The Moon
There is a light we see from above,
There is a bright light that floats down from the sky to us.
The moon see's us every night,
The moon all ways listens to us cry,
The moon hears us yell when where mad,
The moon seams to shine brighter when we are happy.
Oh majestic Moon of all the poems starting with you,
You all ways shine on everyone and will all ways do.
There is a light we see from above,
There is a bright light that floats down from the sky to us.
The moon see's us every night,
The moon all ways listens to us cry,
The moon hears us yell when where mad,
The moon seams to shine brighter when we are happy.
Oh majestic Moon of all the poems starting with you,
You all ways shine on everyone and will all ways do.
