Peaceful Moon
A fox and a hare by the river lay,
Their paws still warm from the golden day.
The grass was damp, the air smelled clean,
Of mint, and moss, and meadow green.
Above them rose the moon so wide,
Like a polished pearl on a velvet tide.
It cast pale beams through whispering trees,
And cooled their fur with a silver breeze.
They spoke of tides and seasons near,
Of shifting moon phases through every year
They wondered aloud, “What does it all mean?
And who placed the moon where it’s always seen?”
The breeze grew calm in the moment deep
Wrapped in hush, the woodland folk fell asleep.
With softened breath and half-closed eyes,
They bathed in peace beneath the cosmic skies.
Proudly made in England





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