My son’s view of the moon.
What’s that I see in the night sky?
It’s a big, bouncy ball and I want to know why.
I don’t see it all the time.
But when I do see it, I call it mine.
It saddens me when it’s not there.
But when it comes out to play, a smile, my face does bare.
This big, bouncy ball I realize it isn’t mine.
It’s the beautiful moon, isn’t God’s creation so fine?
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