The moon,
In the eve,
Can be found,
Just beyond,
The horizon,
At midnight it shines,
High in the sky,
The stars like flashlights,
Lighting the way,
In the morn,
When the sun starts to peek,
Peek out,
From behind the clouds,
Brilliant hues,
Of pink,
Orange and gold,
Wake up the birds,
To sleep go the crickets,
Until the day ends,
And the moon flies again.