Moon Play
The Earth, a watchful mother
caring for her child.
She holds the Moon within her reach,
and has for quite awhile.
Playing chase, the Moon runs circles.
But, never does break free.
Then it's hide and seek, her favorite,
as she hides from you and me.
She peeks around a fluffy friend
and shows her rounded face.
Her light, a smile we recognize.
It's like a warm embrace.
And then, she tags her lofty mate.
In and out she darts,
throwing beams of moonlight
on pairs of hopeful hearts.
And with her playtime over,
she drops softly to the West.
Her mother watching closely,
A child must have her rest.
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