Looking at moonbeams shining down,
And the sky was so clear . . .
In the distance a mighty oak stood,
And this moment in time was so dear!
Rising from a lake was an evening fog,
And a gentle wind came to say:
“This moment will never be again –
So take it all in before the break of day!”
The moon, the wind, they come to play,
And they all have their own name –
They’re like precious jewels to view,
But none of them am I able to claim!
The table is set – now is the time to eat,
A few moments in life that are so sweet!
Epaphroditus© March 11, 2024
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