Bright almond eyes
Are the waxing of
The crescent moon
Sheltered high in the sky
By the grace of the sun
The innocent youth
Of the new moon
That wanes and changes
As I know you will
Years to come
But for now, little one
You must sleep
For when you wake
The sun will be high
And you will grow
Tremendous strength
To own all the stars
In the sky





















