The child's wonder <br />At the old moon <br />Comes back nightly. <br />She points her finger <br />To the far silent yellow thing <br />Shining through the branches <br />Filtering on the leaves a golden sand, <br />Crying with her little tongue, “See the moon!” <br />And in her bed fading to sleep <br />With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-moon/
