The soft glow of violet hovers on the horizon,
The Sun's last attempt
shines through wisps of clouds
who have gathered to tell the Moon
About the days activities.
The sky darkens and begins to twinkle,
Each star having a secret to share
And wink it to the next.
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But what is this?
The Moon is late!
Black tie and tails,
He makes his entrance,
Stopping briefly just above the horizon
For us to notice and admire.
He begins his ascent,
Climbing as if a stairway were at his feet.
The Stars dance with him across the sky,
Delighted to be his partners in this waltz.
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They spin and dip and surround him,
Giggling like schoolgirls,
Each glowing her best for him.
Their time together is short.
As the first mention of morning
Begins in the eastern sky, 
He reluctantly bids them all farewell,
Bows
And sinks slowly into the forest screen,
Vowing to join them once again come nightfall.