The sky darkens, the sun sets, humans sleep,
Wolves howl; out they hunt with their spooky creep.
And when the whole world is silent, I rise.
Up forth, slowly, with stars, as if a prize.
As I was a cue, night prowlers come out.
I watch and I rise, higher and about.
At the top of the sky I hang now.
It is midnight, time to start to go low.
Ther black sky turns back to a sky that's blue.
Night is almost over, Oh, how time flew.
When I sink down, the bright sun peeks over.
One last moment in the air I hover.
But do not worry, you shall see me soon.
Up in the night sky, for I am the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hehe moon and night...ahh grade 4 was the good old days...