The Moonbeam
In the night the moon shines
It is surrounded by the star studded sky
As I standby the window
Light from the moon lights up the barren land
The bare trees and bushes look like scarecrows in the cold
They are standing there swaying in the frigid wind
Waiting for the spring weather to come
The air crisp and frigid as the moon shines on
As the moonbeams sine on me
I dream of warmer weather with moonbeams of the night
Remember there will always be a moon
No matter what the season it is
Copyright © Pat Quinn | Year Posted 2015
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