From behind the clouds and out of sight,
Is the moon taking its place in the night,
Completely full not at a crescent,
I can't see it but I feel it's presence,
It casts it's shadow behind the clouds of white,
Dousing the sky in ambient moonlight,
Slowly moving by and by,
The backlit clouds move across the sky,
As they part the moon peeps through,
Washing the night sky in shades of deep blue,
No longer black the sky has found an artist,
The moon creates beauty out of the canvas at its darkest,
Using its glow as its palette of paint,
Changing the colour of the clouds with a tranquil taint,
Dotting the sky with sparkles and little flickers of light,
That twinkle and flash and dazzle so bright,
The trails of night planes left across the scene,
The moon paints a picture that's calm and serene,
With a hint of ever changing tides,
When the clouds come the beauty it hides,
I stare at the moon and take in its beauty,
While it lights the nights sky, it's daily duty,
I feel the pull as it drags me in,
A powerful force pulling me within,
It shows me the true meaning of the sky,
The home to birds when they fly,
The blank canvas for the moons artistry,
For the stars and the clouds, the sky's diversity,
A home for planes to travel through time zones,
A layer before we reach the protective ozone,
A stage for stardust to flicker and chase,
And for the bright colour of fireworks to showcase,
The moon plays its importance too,
Lighting the sky creating beautiful hues,
Waiting patiently for the earth to spin,
For the sun to rise and a new day to begin.
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