The Daytime Moon

In my restive mind keen time raced in spree, me in the wasteland of life I could see as fallen defoliated dry tree, you came as rain cloud gray - drifted away, didn’t stay, mid-day sun’s sparkling ray - ushered for me new day. I saw the daytime crescent moon shine bright, as the orb slowly climbed up the sky’s height, felt lunar vibes in awe-inspiring sight. The unique astral show - helped hopeful omen glow, good luck in life would flow - pull me up from the low. Mind’s balance it enhanced to great degree, out of plaguing terrain I found a way. Image of self-reflection came to light, perceived the awareness of life’s change grow.