Luna
She's like the moon,
Calm, cool and light.
Calm, cool and light.
Hidden by day,
Working magic at night.
Changing appearance,
Changing appearance,
She waxes and wanes.
When all's dark and silent,
There she remains.
Casting her light
Casting her light
Over all who pass by;
Imbuing with healing
Away she'll then fly.
Whether she's dressed in
Pink, silver or blue,
Half of her face
Stays hidden from view.
When the sun rises
To shine on the streets,
Mysterious and modest
Luna retreats.
She's rarely visible
While the sun's out,
But her elegant beauty
Is never in doubt.
Imbuing with healing
Away she'll then fly.
Whether she's dressed in
Pink, silver or blue,
Half of her face
Stays hidden from view.
When the sun rises
To shine on the streets,
Mysterious and modest
Luna retreats.
She's rarely visible
While the sun's out,
But her elegant beauty
Is never in doubt.
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