The moon was shining over a town
It was pure quiet
Until the moon heard a giggle in the park
A woman with chestnut hair was walking around the grass
The wind was blowing around her nightgown
As if it was guiding her to dance
She twirled around in the night giggling
Like a little girl again
She was the moon's daughter
Every night the moon would watch over her
The moon is her protector
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The moon is my protector. And summer comes to knock you off your feet again.. ... keep on, sjg