Lunar Cycle – The Many Moods Of The Moon | Bookosmia

There I was, in the dunes in the dark,

Looking at a ball of milk, rising in the sky.

From valleys to mountains between rocks and sand,

She shrank as she rose, with a glitter that never froze.

She was white as milk, and had dots like bubbles,

She likes to go around the earth every 28th day,

And plays a hide and seek game.