Yet Shines The Moon Poem by Leanne Jarrin

The Earth turns round and round the Sun
The seasons rule the land
The storm-tossed sea takes men and ships
The wind blows endless sands

The Mighty Oak may rise and fall
Yet shines the Moon above it all

The plough digs furrows in the soil
The farmer plants the seed
The grain launches up and skyward bound
The world of men to feed

The Works of Men may rise and fall
Yet shines the Moon above it all

A serf owes taxes to his Lord
His Lord, fealty to his Liege
Blood ties the nobles to their land
While barbarians put them to siege

Kings and Queens may rise and fall
Yet shines the Moon above it all

Plague and war tear down Mankind
The Elements will have their way
Time answers to neither man nor god
To live, we've Life's wages to pay

Youth and hope may rise and fall
Yet shines the Moon above it all