When all things are clear,
The moon seems so near,
In the eerie silence of dark..
The stars glow and lark.
The moon shines, its to bear..
To us of Earth in none of fear,
Of the end...will leave a mark...
Of life on all, the garden park,
This universe, this world, here..
The moon, night's never leer,
All 't needs is a spark...
To brighten the depth of nights' shark.
But a crescent moon is here to cheer,
Its so 'ours' ... so dear...
