My second poem!
Dance of the Moon -by Aristotle
The moon is now full,
Illuminating Bright.
I see the shadows of the firelight.
Many things have been seen,
By my friends.
But the fire always gives a different answer in the end.
I think of the moon,
How it dances in the sky.
It dances across the night like a fly.
As it dances,
And the fire roars.
I look inside and feel myself soar.
As I dance across the sky,
I feel just like the moon.
And as I soar I cry to the sky.
I know how it feels to,
Be the moon!
