The Crescent Moon .

In the stillness of the night, things are not always as they seem.

In the pale serene moonlight, life becomes a dream.

So don`t be drawn in, staring at the moon, in its crescent form.

Shadows dance across the sky, silhouetted by the trees.

Why do we never question why? it`s one of life`s mysteries.

So don`t be drawn in, staring at the moon, in its crescent form.

From your slumber you awaken, I haven't seen you for a while,

and whatever mood you are taking, we long to see your smile.

So don`t be lured, dreaming of the moon, in its crescent form.