Yesterday, the moon refused to leave his watchful night post his stubbornness lasted until the sun began her ascent perhaps the moon recognized the skies coming grandeur Could be he was proud of the rare form he took that dusk Nevertheless, the sun began to rise Joy comes in the morning
With her, beams of lights rushed out touching the once moonlit landscapes of the night a cascade of colors paraded out Joy comes in the morning
Watching all this, the moon took his cue swallowing some stubbornness, he began to glow with pride the moon shined a burnt orange the last hour of his watch Joy comes in the morning
He then left, loosening the chords of Orion grabbing the Pleiades by its chains reassuring the dawn of its place allowing the way maker of day to post Joy comes in the morning
Writings and waves 