When the sun finally sets, <br />When the stars come out to play <br />And the wind blows ever so softly <br />Bringing you back to today <br /> <br />And when the leaves on the trees are still green and lush <br />And the grass is ever growing <br />And the beauty of time seems to have held still <br />And the rivers just keep on flowing <br /> <br />And the magic of the earth is rising once more <br />And the souls of all that is good seem to be at peace <br />And your own is in awe of such a beauty <br />And you realize how you are at home <br /> <br />When the day is gone, and the gentle night takes over <br />Simply look to the sky and find it sitting there <br />She guides us all, and watches us carefully <br />Her magic is in the wind <br /> <br />Her crescent form is lovely and delicate, <br />And her eyes shut themselves to watch <br />And the gentleness of her beauty is overcome with hate <br />Her hope for us yet is still there, and her dreams are full of fate <br /> <br />When will you realize that she is there <br />And when you will see her for all that she is <br />When will you open to her <br />And find that she is a piece of you <br /> <br />She is our protectress, our everloving friend <br />For she is the sleeping crescent moon <br />And when she grows full again, each month of each year <br />And she wakes her weary self up <br />We must watch and listen, to the magic of the night<br /><br />Jessica Millsaps<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crescent-moon-2/
