There he sits. The moon is in the sky, like clockwork. His personality changed from yesterday, along with his clothes. Tonight, he's draped in stars and showing only a quarter of his wonderful personality. How humble he can be. He's playing off the light of the fireflies like a violinist from a conductor. Look at that...he's higher than the shadow connected trees. My old friend, you have a flare for the dramatic.
Observing the night....the other night. I always looked up and imagined the moon as a person when I was younger.