the moon is a mother, <br />tucking her children into bed, <br />her hair of stars sways gently, <br />as she looks down, <br />around her sleeping children, <br />closing the door, <br />opening her eyes, <br />watching all night, <br />darkness will quickly fade, <br />then we will be woken, <br />by the the suns, <br />glowing rays, <br />waking us to start the day.<br /><br />Jess Terry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-moon/
