There is magic hidden in moonbeams.
Not like dancing pixie dust in sunlight,
where fairies prance with all their might,
but something more subtle it seems.
When the land is dark save lunar power,
along comes the long forgotten Sandman
spreading magic with his merry band,
how they sell dreams in the midnight hour.
Sand is a cousin to winter's Jack Frost
who makes his rounds in cold dark air,
leaving your house window embossed,
icy panes carefully sketched with flair.
Remember when the sun's light is lost,
hidden in moonbeams, magic is there.
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