Moonly Pride Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly waiting, the evening drags quickly on, no one is
around - no one to talk or spend time with.

Looking about, watching the clouds go racing by on wind
covered horses, and praying a little.

All nighttime hours come alive and sit on steps, wrapping
their night clothes tightly around them in the cool breeze.

A large blanket of clouds covers the sky and are illuminated
by the full moon's eyes.

Standing guard over all the earth, making sure that anyone
who wants to walk outside can look above, seeing the canvas.

Gazing up with great humility and a love of wonder, this
painting stares down from up above.

The bright moon watches the wonder in all eyes as they look
up to heavenly skies.

It fills him with moonly pride, because he's had a part in
this great wonder.