The moon in the sky glares below
onto the landscape of which it glow
shines on the river of which it flow
melting the ice of the black snow
straining between each tree row by row
singing of the wind to the sleeping crow
pushing away fog as the thickness grow
watching the crawlers up high and low
speaking to the clouds of which it doesnt know
giving to the earth of which it owe
blinding the wind of which it tow
and on and on the moons' wrath go
its not finished im giving it a break until i edit it later
