The moon just shows for naught, once she’s not here,
And even stars could waste their precious glow,
For there is nothing that makes me aware
Of beauty shown, except hers that I know,
So sure to show, as scented breezes blow
With fragrance fair, that to roses compare;
The rainbow must have ended at her place,
As seen to gleam amidst her gilded smiles
Or else, seen in her eyes or pretty face,
You will forget she’s gone, so many miles
To add more beauty to some foreign isles
But soon returning to this land to grace.
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With her departure, Nature seems to have lost all its beauty and the moon its glow and the stars - their shine! But don't worry! You are hopeful of her come back! ! Lovely descriptions! !