𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕

At times I wonder what is behind the moon 

Where does it hide at noon. 

Revolving around the planet, 

Appearing to be hard like a magnet. 

Shining perfectly bright 

After all it is a natural satellite, 

Spreading light streaks at night, 

But sometimes it is out of sight. 

Why do the stars shine in the sky? 

Twinkling so high. 

Is it all a lie? 

Or the angels saying Hi?

Is someone holding them high with a stem? Or

Maybe something is hidden behind them?

Hidden behind a tiny shimmering glow, 

Something might be moving like an oiseau. 

Why does the sun look like a ball set on fire? 

Touching it is what I desire.

Bright and warm sunrays reaching the ground, 

Spreading heat around the town.

As soon as the sun comes up,

The town starts to glow up.

The birds start singing in melodious voices,

And the roads buzzing with noises. 

People roaming in the streets,

Playing their beats, 

Working harder and harder before beating their retreats.