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.