Underneath the Moon
A ring
of trees
surrounds
our homestead
The sky looks down
on us with favor
We have moonlight to
relieve us
from the stress of
the day
Hours of toil
lead to deep slumber
underneath the autumn
moon
all things seem possible
wind blows from the east
we lie down and wait
until the sun rises over
the hills
our dreams
are interrupted
by morning
like evening, morning has it's
own answers
We reach out
Small figures
In the cosmic tale
Holding aloft our small flag
as wecontinue to live
On our wondorous blue orb
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