The Moon

The sky was clear

And the moon shone bright.

Calm and lucid,

Just as things appear to be.

But, above the distant horizon,

Far, far to the East

Great storm clouds did gather

As though it meant to be.

They soon rose up with silvery lining

And covered a part of the moon.

Similar to the troubles that come in shiny packages

And, although I smile, you would still make out and see.

Then the moon pushed out of the clouds

And sat within a glowy ring.

Thinking we would still gaze at him

And ignore the darkness, that grew larger to be.

There came streaks of lightening,

A strange and unusual sight.

Jolts of lightening that were much brighter

Than the dull moon that shone so constantly.

But, to my amaze it merely thumbled and mumbled

And flew past, by the moon.

The sky was once again clear and the moon-glade spread all over.

Just, as it always ends up to be.