Near midnight,
I put out the candle,
and look out into the night.
I gaze at the stars,
and at the moon,
and wonder with delight.
And I think,
what an incredible feeling it would be to travel so high,
for what gloriousness has nature created,
that we have not seen with our eyes,
and if I could,
I would,
travel to the heavens,
and sing to the moon a lullaby,
for it must be lonely up there,
and I, knowing me,
I would comfort it and care,
and we would stare, together at the Earth,
and I would ask the moon politely,
would it ever fancy visiting there?
