The man in the moon, in all his glory, be that a half moon.
But he appears without a doubt.
A shooting moon to wish upon, for a star isn’t always fallen.
Big, bold, bright, beautiful
A small field of poppies catches the eye,
the crackling sounds fill the air as I passed them by.
Beautiful flowers make me smile, make me happy for the while…
How many ways can the moon be photographed?
Not enough for me, I am a child of the moon,
it draws me in, stopps me in my tracks
and makes me gaze in wonder and awe.
So beautiful, so bold and so bright,
I guess that’s why I am in love with the night!
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