A Breathtaking View Poem by Mockingjay Mellark

The moon reflects upon the lake
Turning it silvery gray
The small ripples are like molten silver
A shaving and few have fallen from her
Afore landing, gently tossed on the soft winds
All celestial are similar kin
And she the moon smiles down
Whether a sliver, quarter, gibbous or full round
A protective entourage of clouds turned gray
Surrounding and about the moon they lay
The celestial queens's honor-guard
Tis a breathtaking view appreciated by both passing viewer and bard