So clear with the moon full and bright,
the sky, what an awesome sight.
Try to count every star.
You won't get very far.
So many, they fill up the night. Though, clear with the moon full and bright,
dark clouds now have "turned out" the light.
You're feeling alone,
spooked by the unknown,
a victim of darkness at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem