The Moon

Somewhere in the cosmos,

are dancing stars in their wholly fineness,

attracting the beauty of the crowned angels in their pure highness,

today we praise the moon's grace in its solely utmost,

beauty of a lifetime,

drama of a night crime,

inner peace,

it's a whole bliss,

the world tryna sing, and dancing under its light,

by penetrating the deepness of the far villages,

disclosing the heart of the history's pages,

with no spark of electricity,

we glorify its beauty's density,

on a streak of a good harmony,

in all its greatest shapes ever imagined,

a bit pure touch of a real magic,

is a plus on its wide size's metric.