Shining brightly in the sky,
Staring, smiling down at my eyes,
Sleeps at day and awakes at night,
Gives little creatures such a big fright!
Some say it's made out of cheese,
Others think it's a lying disease,
Its power pulls the ocean's waters,
Its many phases has many quarters.
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The Moon
PoetryThis is a poem that I wrote when I was about 8 years old so it is a bit simple... Hope you enjoy!
