The Friendly Moon Poem by Ima Ryma

It is a nighttime walk I take,
And pause to see the city lights
In bright reflection 'cross the lake,
Humankind made to light the nights.
And then I see the moon above
Though dimmed some by clouds and by trees,
A nature made light that I love,
Always putting my mind at ease,
That most of nights through which I live,
From my beginning to my end,
When I look up, the moon will give
Me assurance like an old friend.

The moon does always shine on me
Wherever I happen to be.