Moon on the Run

I look up to the sky Way, way up high I see a crescent dime Sprinting from the sun because it replaced itself with the world’s power source; a terrible crime But with the clouds bearing as an invisibility cloak It is sure to get away without even a creek or a croak This utterly magnificent scene has a large Audience of trees standing around on Earth’s humongous barge. They sway back and forth In silent waiting, waiting for the vault of heaven to morph Back into an essence of radiance and power, For all to see and devour The bright glimmer of Our solar system’s center which is right above Living animal eyes for all to see, Including even you and me. Until this moment Does arrive, the audience will be erect- watching the sun’s opponent- Running, running from the sun And having frivolous fun Levitating in the night’s crisp, dark void of space.