Molly And The Moon

They were two old friends,

Molly and the moon,

Walking through the meadow,

When the day was just a blur.

Molly was singing,

A song so sweet and clear,

And the moon smiled upon her

As she danced without a care.

She watched her as she twirled and spun,

With her hair all wild and free,

And she wished that she could join her,

In her joy and her ecstasy.

So she called out to her softly,

And she asked if she could dance,

And Molly just smiled and nodded,

Taking the moon's hand in a trance.

Together they swirled and twirled,

Underneath the starry sky,

Lost in a world of their design.

And though they knew their dance would end,

As all good things must do,

They vowed to meet one night again

And dance once more just as they used to.