To the Harvest Moon,
How did you become so bright, present in the sky tonight
Shining up so high, surviving against the high winds and the clouds
Nature has placed you high in the sky, shining at everything below
Guiding me on which way to go, bringing peace and serenity everywhere
It looks like Picasso painted you up in the sky, rounded and so high
The ocean looks silky and delicate under you, like lace even
A shard of yours would be brighter than a bulb in the dark, so waxy in the dark sky
More fragile than a light bulb, so mellow for all to see.