A poem called The Moon

The moon is bright and a wonderful sight and it is at a great height.

The sweet sight of the moon instead of the winter gloom.

Our glorious friend the moon.

It watches us sleep while the shadows are deep the moon.

A silver promise drives us to the moon.

Through the clouds it will glide with a sense of pride, like the moon is sparkling light every night that fills the night with moonlit sky.

It clears out the dark and it fills up the room, with the light of the moon.

Our glorious friend the moon is our guide light of hope and success of the moon.