Moon Poem by Harshini Priyaa

The moon appears to be a silver plate
The big and round whom to see, I await.
I like to stand and run, in our terrace
To find that, whether it chases me or I did chase.

It loves to amuse with me, Hide-and-seek.
And merely smiles, above the mountain peak.

The moon plays with me a special game
For not always remaining the same.
Sometimes full, either time crescent
Another day half, but I don't know,
What it's gonna be present.

The moon followed me or I followed it?
I tried to prank, In the corners I hid.
But, to my surprise it smiled
And still chased me,
When I peeped in the walls amid.

By accepting defeat,
I strolled in the park through the night
The moon followed me, while back to home.
Or, I followed it, I don't certainly know.