Blooms beneath the moon.

As the sun rises far above my head

the moon starts its daily descent

with soft hues of baby blue

it bids farewell to me and you.

Birds join in perfect tune,

singing songs of the upcoming bloom.

Karen Hayward (c) 2015.

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