The blue moon rises,
In the dark and starry sky,
A rare and precious sight,
A symbol of love and hope.
It casts a soft, ethereal glow,
Upon the earth below,
Illuminating the shadows,
And chasing away the night.
The blue moon whispers,
Of mystery and magic,
It tells tales of the past,
And speaks of the future.
As it hangs in the sky,
It reminds us of all,
That is possible and true.
So let us gaze upon the blue moon,
And be filled with wonder and awe,
For it is a symbol of all,
That is beautiful and pure.
The blue moon, a celestial treasure,
A gift from the heavens above,
A reminder of all that is good,
And a beacon of endless love.
