Showing posts with label tune. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tune. Show all posts

Thursday, August 17, 2017

MOON SHADOW


My favorite poem. I had to share it again.

 
 
MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

THE BEAT


The bushes move
to their own beat.
To an unknown tune,
They comfort me.
In the darkness.
In the night.
Until the morning light,
When the sun wakes.
The bushes part
And let me out.
Until the night returns.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

MOON SHADOW




MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Friday, October 9, 2015

MOON SHADOW








I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.  
I will try with all my might  
To live in the bright sunlight. 
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
  
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.  
My petals are white as snow  
Because of this fact I know. 
I will never be awake at day
  
No matter how hard I wish and pray.  
For I live in the shadow of the moon   
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

MOONSHADOW



MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.