The Moon by:Bridget Clark

I miss the closeness of the moon,

and it's rays that illuminate the paths,

that hide like rabbits afraid of capture,

I look up in this darkened sky,

and wonder if my wish will be granted,

Once paths were always clear,

some said it was dark,

but I did not believe this,

I had the man in the moon to,

shine his flashlight in the right direction,

but one day winter came and the batteries froze,

I think the moon is afraid of the dark,

for he ran into the space that night,

now I can just barely make out the outline,

Sometime I get lost and stumble over roots now,

but he'll come back,

Someday I'll feel the closeness of the moon once again.