She closed her eyes as thin as the new moon
But lay still and purred her breath slow
He would never know that she was leaving soon.

So fast flew by the days of June
But in the garden mulberries never ceased to grow
She closed her eyes as thin as the new moon.

But the everlasting Joy was not immune
To the summer’s dandelions blown to snow
He would never know that she was leaving soon.

The only one that felt Joy daily was the raccoon
Rooting hurriedly through the trash, racing the crow
She closed her eyes as thin as the new moon

Now in August, the mulberries are far from bloom
She felt that Joy was just in tow
He would never know that she was leaving soon.

For Joy can be lost by noon
Although she sensed its end long ago
She closed her eyes as thin as the new moon
He would never know that she was leaving soon.