The Moon

It's simple when the moon

Lights the path you trod

And gives the breath 

To the night that

Without it crushes

Everything.

The lunar candle that

Let's the nocturnal see

All that is around,

All that lives and breathes:

The moon! Ah, the moon,

That simple sphere upon the 

Canvas of the sky.

With gentle white light,

Pure, cleansing light

That helps the day to start

Anew.