At dusk, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves on the trees in my front yard. Birds chirp as they settle in for the night. Clouds drift slowly across the sky. And a star twinkles from the galaxy. The Moon is always there, I’ve checked.
A tiny, green light pulsates slowly as a lightening bug flies by. The breeze calms, I smell the freshly cut grass in my yard. As a dog walks an old lady slowly down the sidewalk. Droplets of rain fall on my face and arms as I head back inside. The Moon is always there, I’ve checked.
Although the Moon doesn’t generate it’s own light. But, reflects the light from the sun. I will sleep peacefully tonight. Because the Moon is always there, I’ve checked.
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