The cool brisk air blew into the night as the large blue moon began to make light. Over the hills it started to climb and into the night it began to shine. The meadow of green, darkened now, while into the night the coyotes howl. Up in the sky it will make it’s way, and there it will lay for from dusk till day. Looking down at you now, with it’s sad bright eyes as it seams to be letting out long chilling sighs. The grass is found wet from morning dew, as daylight has come just to meet you. Light peaks the horizon with the sun just behind, as the moon says farewell quickly but kind. As one arises, so the other will set, as they are just strangers, never to be met.