The Moon
Slowly, silently now the moon
Shines in her silvery shoon
Ever since the creation of the world
The colour of the moon is always gold
An essential planet at the service of humanity
It continues to rotate for more than a century
Frequently the moon changes shape
From the crescent to the semi - lunar frame
Gradually it matures into full moon
Going around the earth singing her tune
Whether young or old everyone loves the moon
For it is considered as a sign of boon
Together with the stars embellishing the sky
Through its illumination the bat will fly
With the help of divine light
It brings forth the traveler's delight
A common belief is that it influences the lunatic
Of which many are still sceptic
It's birth is based on a monthly apparition
Deciding the exact dates of festivals and celebrations
With its waxing and waning movement
High and low tides are under its command
Viewing the moon at night
Is indeed a splendid sight
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