Sweet Moon O' Mine

In my dream, the moon was not what it seemed

It was a giant orb of shimmering cream

I flew up to it on wings of silver and gold

And as I approached, it began to unfold

I landed on its surface, soft and springy

Like a trampoline, it was quite bouncy

But as I looked around, I realized with a start

That the moon was actually a work of art

It was a painting, vast and grand

With swirling galaxies and distant lands

I wandered through its cosmic scenes

And all my fears and doubts were clean

But as I gazed upon the painted sky

I heard a voice, both low and high

It whispered secrets of the universe

And filled my heart with love and mirth

And as I woke from this strange delight

I knew that the moon was more than just a satellite

It was a source of wonder and surprise

A boundless realm of magic in the skies