Like a Red Moon,
shining only for a few.
Its light cast down,
for all to see.

Fleeting moments,
Won’t be around much longer.
I guess that’s what we (humans)
Are bound for…

We grow into ourselves,
Wonder why we are here,
Grow old, and set in our ways.
Fall down dead.

Not you Red Moon.
You come out every two decades or so.
Hiding wherever you hide.
I saw you tonight blooming.

Act before it’s too late,
View the nature of the stars.

Not you Red Moon.
You come out every twenty years