The Lonely Moon
As I look up into the dark night sky,
I see millions of stars and only one moon.
Does the moon get lonely among all those millions
of stars?
During the day does it hide and cry?
Does it whimper and wail, or does it even have feelings?
Some think the moon is just a thing and others think
its
Something more.
Me, I have no idea,
But one question still lingers in my mind,
Does it have feelings?
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Sunrise
A wondrous sight ot behold,
In your eyes this object will hang,
Never should it be left out in the cold,
For its beauty can burst given the chance to sing,
To wake up and see this would make your day,
Sometimes it can be seen in the west,
Although the sight will be far away,
This would be a joy to see after a long rest.
Being the color of fire,
This sight cannot be a lie;
For after a while its beauty will expire,
Even though again it will come by.
Pretty is the word for the beauty of this scene so
strong,
But this sunrise view does not last for long.
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Never Ending Life
As I walk through the woods,
I hear the soft crush of spiritless leaves-
And as I look up into the Trees,
I see the fresh signs of new ones.
This seems to signal that life never dies-
But only continues.
Squirrels scurry to meet up with others,
In order to make their lives content.
All around, there is that sign of new, young life-
But what has been left behind?
Under the ground,
What indications are there?
Maybe foot prints that were never destroyed,
Maybe even fossils or lost treasures-
Anything which would hint at the others,
Who have been here before us.
We never know just what is rally all around us.
Who are these people-
Who have figured out the secrets of nature?
Just common people like you and me
Who dared to be different,
Ones who stepped out-
And made something of themselves.
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