Three young men set out one day,
Each in a different, perilous way.
One in the forest, lost and alone,
Prayed to the moon to guide him home.
Another in waters, angry and deep,
Reached for the moon, his soul to keep.
The third on a mountain, icy and cold,
Looked to the moon, so brave, so bold.
The Moon Goddess heard their cries,
She watched them with her silver eyes.
Through the magic of nature, strong and true,
She gifted each man something new.
To the one in the forest, weary and small,
She gave the senses of a wolf, to hear the call.
With sharp eyes and ears, swift as night,
He found his way with newfound might.
To the man drowning in waters wild,
She gave the voice to calm and mild.
He spoke to the moon, and she hushed her tide,
Now he understands her words, far and wide.
And to the man on the mountain's peak,
She gave the power that fire speaks.
With blood of flame, and dominion strong,
In the sky, he now belongs.
So the three were saved, their lives restored,
By the moon's grace and nature's accord.
They live to tell of that fateful night,
When the Moon Goddess gifted them might.
And they honor her still, with every breath,
For the gifts she gave to save them from death.
