THE MOON IN OUR PLANET DIVERSITY
Dreamy Moon
I am the moon, Queen of Night,
riddle wrapped in borrowed light,
a silver spool where dreams unwind,
ancient orb as old as time.
I masquerade; I wax and wane . . .
forever changing yet the same;
I stir the tides with unseen hands;
they ebb and flow from sea to sand.
Father Sun may keep the day;
I ride along the Milky Way . . .
holding court with owls and bats,
moles and voles and backstreet cats.
Within my tent the weary rest;
puppies doze and sparrows nest.
Children dream beneath my light . . .
I am the moon, Queen of Night.