Buoyant and yellow,I watched the moon.
Gentle ripples grasped the coiled rock, as it danced like dust;
floating softly above the rivers churn.
Together they traveled downstream,
entertaining owl eyes and fire flies.
A fortunate passerby,
I witnessed nature's matchless chord.
They spun in adept fashion,
the animated current hand in hand; with his partner high above.
A performance since the beginning of time,
yet an experience embraced by few.
I say this to you,
I am a fortunate visitor;
who watched the moon.
