THE MOON
Like some ghosted ship that's
riding out a stormy sea,
The moon amongst the drifting clouds
plays hide-and-seek with me.
Daylight dims, the lightning forks
now flashing through the air
To signal thunderous sounds to come --
'tis raining everywhere!
Earth must drink and be refreshed
before the storm moves on;
The silvery beams of moonlight grow --
the storm has passed and gone!
--Doreen (Adams) Ellis
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