There is a certain special brotherhood,
a fraternal cohesion, that's so sublime,
That aged old man, a part of the moon,
our friendship, will be to last for all time.
We were each born of the round planets,
some were given gifts, those of a moon,
The circle of love, in this companionship,
Such a blessing in this fine commune.
The tides on our planet, are so pulled,
by him, as our time honored friend,
While on his silvery face, to display,
there, he puts on his big silly grin,
He watches over us all, this sentinel,
the great ones, as all of the small,
While night birds fly by his brightness,
coyotes, then give their answering call.
On the darkest of nights, shrouded mists,
by thick clouds and curtains, to resist,
His moonbeams do manage, as he persists,
making the speckled display, it so enlists.
Casting a spell of the rarest of all beauty,
over the landscape, as if were to be kissed,
The fusion of bright light and the shadows,
all strewn, in such a stunning array.to consist.
Our brother, shall never to sleep in the night,
always on duty and his respect, by all means,
He keeps his fond chores, of a responsibility,
over oceans, and across the land's scenes,
The torch light is lit, for he will never forget,
in lighted pathways, and all across the land
A night's covering, as of the wide blackness,
devoid of his devotion, to be a world, so bland.
Oh, brother moon, without you we would cry,
Our lunar companion, he, of greatest renown,
As our Creator, in His grandest benevolence,
gives our moon, as His son, a golden crown.
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