Moon Over the Vines

Moon Over the Vines Like a yellow balloon hanging out with the clouds Moon over the vines at first cockcrow you’d dulled Shadowy ribbon-like clouds chased your moonbeams away As the dawn was breaking it beckoned a great day. Oh! waning crescent moon are you leaving right now? I wish you stayed a bit, so I could I show you how I made the vines felt loved so they could share the same I gave them some grooming with tender love and care. You shooed away the morning breeze; that’s such a shame On hot summer mornings, the wind it could moisten As temperature rises the vines are bound to wither The berries would shrivel, fall off from their clusters. Moon over the vines last night under your watch Did you see tears rolling down from the children’s’ eyes? Pain caused from their lost loves or from empty stomachs Did you tell them no more tears, as the sun would soon rise? Moon over the vines I would like to confess Yesteryears when I was young your moonbeams I had chased In my arduous plight, toughness was in every bend Patience I learned plenty when my lot was tested. Moon over the vines when I see you next time I want you to stay longer so we could chat awhile Maybe you could show me how loving should be done So that friendships may last for several lifetimes.