The Ring on the Moon
By Havilande Nicollette

The wind is blowing ever so softly
Whilst my hair rustles upon my shoulder.
The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the lake
As I sit here upon the limb of a birch tree.
I look upon the mirror of the lake
And watch the many colors shine brilliantly
With a glorious light forbidden to most nights.
This night is special.
The moon has around it a circle,
Darkness is near.

I look up through the limbs of the tree
And see a ring around the moon.
The stars attempt to outshine the ring,
But the light is too brilliant to out glorify.