Moonlight

Here I sit in the darkest of nights,
with a light that shines on me called the moonlight.

It shines so brightly on the rivers and lakes
And reflexs off the snowflakes

While I sit here seeing it shine from the melted raindrops
I use the tree trunk as a prop

And I sit here gazing at the full moon
that sadly will be over soon

I think of all the things you make beautiful with your light
Until the blue full moon is out of sight.