The Night the Moon Fell
The night moon bows to sheer degree
Passing through an arching tree
Branches together shape a breach
Form a portico - it to reach
A precisely finished border
Drifted in natural order
Light bulb sans elongated stem
An hourglass made to diadem
I had been waiting for hours
The night too for its fine flowers
And for the essence each distends
Natural stage the arch portends
Lilac scent and other delights
Often touch on soft breezy nights
Their creation so appeasing
Affect comfortably pleasing
Never to see I must append
When next falls’ moon makes its bend
The trees swell in each later year
Cede consent to natural veer
Never there be a midnight call
The night the moon made this grand fall
Sit out no matter what they say
Watch and smell the revered archway
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