When The Moon Hides Behind The Cloud Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

When the moon hides behind the cloud,
Late in the dark of cold evening;
Every shadow becomes gloomy,
The appearance is so scowling.

When the moon hides behind the cloud,
Early in the morning sunlight;
The new dawn starts to show its glow,
As the night is nowhere in sight.

When the moon hides behind the cloud,
Above the high, mammoth mountain;
The large landscape is nice to paint,
Sharing zephyr or the soft wind.

Listen to the deafening voice,
As the silence is very loud;
Hear the sweet sound of the nature,
When the moon hides behind the cloud.