The night mist dances
over the darkening land.
and as night deepens
she quickens in her journey.
There is much to do before dawn
on arrival she wastes no time
soothing, calming and inspiring
each to dream their beautiful dreams
and as peaceful slumber arrives
she smiles and swirls away
sharing more of her moonlit dreams.
Up again down again round and round,
whirling, rushing, all over town.
Why the hurry and where’s it bound,
as it swirls, blusters and pushes us around.
Constantly whirling to and fro.
churning the ocean, as it continues to blow.
So what’s it after and why does it run?
Could it be chasing the Moon, or just following the Sun.