Seeing The Moon Rise Poem by Christopher Tye

Seeing The Moon Rise

Rising like a ghostly spirit in the sky,
This most beautiful celestial body,
Moonbeams beginning to dance across the land,
Bringing light into the darkness.

The birth of a new night has begun,
As the sun settles into its sleep,
The moons magic spreads across the land,
Making the countryside into a fairyland.

Seeing the moon rise again is magic,
It's friendly face looking down,
On us it's earthly children,
As we look up in wonder to the heavens.

By Christopher Tye