The Moon That Night (An Original Poem)
The Moon That Night
As a light shone through the curtains
I drew the curtains apart
I gazed into the night
A bright, big, fall stood, looking milky white
You must have guessed
It was the moon so bright
Descending from the heavens
It gives us light
I looked at the river, a mirror it seemed
The reflection of the moon, it looked so keen
The grass is silvery, instead of green
Brightened up the wooden sticks so lean
Oh, the moon! So round and high
It looked like a dream, I am sure not lying
The long quiet river looked as blue as ink
The reflection seemed to shake and sink
The scene in the morning
Would go away in vain
But then, I know I'll see it once again
Dangling upon an invisible chain.
