Underneath the many stars
within the moonlit air
Is a great big face looking down at us
for, It seems to sit and stare
It walks across the sky so slow
that, it's hard to see it move
I wish it could be here every night
for it's light I do approve
There's a saying the moon has magic
that flows down through it's beams
It enters our minds while we're asleep
and, enhances all our dreams
I don't really know if this is true
but, I know it just feels right
To dream a dream that was sent to us
through the beams of our moonlight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, like it.