I used to wonder why the moon
Would rise with all its splendor
Illuminating night like noon
Following the sun’s surrender
Like clockwork, I have come to see
Cycles of beauty all around
There’s room for more, I guarantee
Just begging to be found
Life is immense; it’s full of glory
With substance in its simplest form
The years have told me its endless story
Its priceless joy fills and transforms
The moonrise is my one reminder
It marked the start of visual grace
In everything I can perceive today
Which comes to focus in front of my face