The Dancing Moon

As the days grow shorter, The nights grow longer. As you stare into the sky, You’ll see something flying high. The bright soft light above us, Staring down as we sleep into the night. As the hours go by, You’ll see the moon dancing high. The winds blow a strong breeze, That carries the moon in its wake. As we close our eyes and dream away, The moon will be dancing until the sky turns into day.