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.
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