The moon is out
Out and about,
Sometimes it's pretty scary with the moods of others,
Your sisters and your brothers.
The sky is pretty blue,
A nice day from me to you,
You never know what's in the air,
From hate unto care.
What if we were allowed to touch the sky
That is so way up high,
Maybe it would feel like cotton balls, or marshmallows.
What if we could bring a friend or two.
Hey, wouldn't that be something new.
But we are all down on earth,
Where we were here from birth.
Maybe the angels could give us a sign,
Wouldn't that be awesome, to go visit there anytime.
©terrylin53
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