Hidden beneath the wandering clouds
The Moon sits all aglow
The shimmering, shifting mass of nature's mist
Passes by so slow
Taking its orbital path
In an eerie scene
Out on its nightly vigil
Looking sad but serene
One moment the Moon in full view
The next peeking out as if hiding
Playing a game of hide and seek
On a mystery its riding
Just like a flaming core
Bursting out from within
Its nightly shelter shrouds it perfectly
As its hide and seek ritual it begins
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