In the early morn
A sighting of the moon was born
Caught in the radiance of the sun
A near eclipse on the wane.
Tomorrow on the distant horizon
Away from the sun ‘s blazing
The moon will reappear
As harvest grows ever near.
But on this day like no other can
The moon glow sheds light on man.
And to earth, in its shadow
A warm orange glow bestowed.
The crescent is a promise
That life will not be amiss –
A rise like the moon and sun
Embrace the future as one.
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