As the Misty Moon Rides High
The day is coming to a close, all my work is finished. The big bright blue sky, is about to say goodnight.
The sky is turning, turning into it's bed for the night. The sky becomes a quilt of pretty colors, pink to purple takes my breath away.
As night falls, the sky is getting darker.
The stars start to shine, like diamonds on velvet.
"As The Misty Moon Rides High," it is time to say goodnight. Let the shining stars dance, dance over my dreams tonight.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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