Shorter poetry this week

Ah, so much creativity happens, not necessarily good, when you are awakened at 3 am and can't get back to sleep until 6 am, only to be awakened again at 7 am. Here is another poem written to fit a tune in Thomas' mobile. This one is NOT about the weather, but about nature.

Verse

The moon leaks light.
Each night she loses more.
The sun can make her again bright,
By reflecting from his store.

The moon grows full;
The sun must be beaming.
Oceans are in the moon’s control
The earth softly is dreaming.

The sun makes light.
And sharing with the moon
Will never make the sun less bright.
Sleep. The sun is rising soon.