Mother Moon
The ethereal presence of unity
of the stars around their mother.
She calls them all to gather round,
and one shoots across the sky
just to tease his little brother.
Before she knows it, they're all aloft,
all her children born of old.
They survey the world beneath,
and make fine their astral trail,
choosing silver over gold.
"Come along my darlings, sing with me
and leave off your silly game.
Join the chorus and symphony
of the host of all that's heavenly
singing light upon the plane."
So the little stars sparkle bright,
and the elders fall in place.
For clouds will part
on fairest night
giving window into space.
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