I looked out o’er my roof today
And caught the wind and leaves at play
They pranced about in tribal dance
I could not help avert my glance.
A crescent moon hung in the sky
Leftover from sleeptime gone by
There glowing in the early light
Late vestige of the fleeing night.
How strange to note natures reply
That sun and moon can share the sky
Great wonder that this truth may be
Strong lesson for both you and me !
Claire V. Bogdanos 