"I'm tired."
Whispered the moon,
her glow seemed to change,
to a ****** red.
"Come back!"
The ocean cried,
but the moon was fading,
and the ocean felt weak.
The wind sighed,
for the weary moon,
and trees bowed their heads.
"What's happening!"
A voice cried,
As the world was bathed
in an eerie red light,
the moon promised,
one little thing,
"I'll be back soon."