The Moon Watches (Poem)

Up high in the midnight sky,

the moon watches.

She rocks the ocean to sleep with her lullaby,

painting its waves with luminous swatches.

She is there to keep all in concord,

to gently hold the earth if it wobbles astray,

to calm the tide or give it a push forward,

to guide those who have lost their way.

She shines light into our dreams,

chasing away the monsters and shadows

with her soft, shimmering beams

that bring nightmares to a close.

We take the night for granted,

sleeping through until the day.

I would be remiss to leave its beauty scanted,

to ignore what the moon is trying to say.

Even when ravenous clouds shroud her light,

her luminant strength still shapes the planet.

Without her embrace, life would be lost, succumbing to blight.

So why is she an afterthought, taken for granted?

Our city lights cast away her grandeur,

yet she shines on, allowing us to flourish.

With billowing toxic clouds we immure,

yet by her gravity we are still nourished.

Whenever you feel powerless, hopeless, cast away,

remember the moon and the difference she makes.

You do not have to be seen to have a say.

Your presence can trigger change, that is all it takes.

Up high in the midnight sky,

the moon watches with undying radiance,

rocking us to sleep from toil with her lullaby,

painting our dreams with soothing gradients.

Source Image Credits:

Alex Andrews (Pexels)

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