The moon waves goodbye,
with a fine waning crescent,
but the clouds hide it.
The moon disappears,
just for a day, then returns,
on its other side.
Some friends come and go,
and some stick like a brother;
some you never meet.
As complex as simple is.
The moon waves goodbye,
with a fine waning crescent,
but the clouds hide it.
The moon disappears,
just for a day, then returns,
on its other side.
Some friends come and go,
and some stick like a brother;
some you never meet.