Moons Beauty - Poem by Rebecca Navarre
The moons Beauty, Runs ever so deep. Its
Wonders Never cease. Changing constantly.
Rivers glowing, Waters flowing. In its soil,
it does keep. Magically it speaks. His shinning
glory, Is so much more than, just a story. Who
knows what else secrets, he does keep. So deep,
mystically, At the core. Gods Always creating
more. Astronauts walking on the moons, shores.
Stars closer than ever, before. Who knows how
much more, will be found, to explore....Let the
winds, of folk lore, soar....As behind the moons,
smiling face. His heartbeat does race. Gifts
of Gods Grace, Are Always taking place....
His Love, You know, , , You Can Always, Trace! ! ! ! !
Just do a double take, Take the time to look outside,
At Our Space! ! ! ! ! See His face! ! ! ! !
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