This was originally supposed to be a song, but I got lazy and decided to turn it into a poem 🙂
What happens when the moon shines bright,
When the stars twinkle
With that glowing light?
What happens when the sun’s up high,
With no clouds
Up in the sky?
The flowers
Are painted bright.
The leaves,
Have a glowing light.
The grass is
Dew drop-filled
Nothing but an open field
The sky
So bright and blue.
The fruit
So juicy and new
What happens when the moon shines bright?
What happens there in the night?
What happens, sun in the sky?
What happens?
The flowers
Are painted bright.
The leaves,
Have a glowing light.
The grass is
Dew drop-filled
Nothing but an open field
The sky
So bright and blue.
The fruit
So juicy and new
The flowers
The leaves
The grass
The sky
The fruit
What happens?
