the moon

Feathers floating in the air,
 Lightly swaying in the delicate wind..
Autumn leaves falling on the solid ground,
Waltzing in the crisp of the breeze.
 Moonlit skies,
Brightening the paths of a walk.
 The cycle of the morning starts,
 With the break of a dawn.
Longing for another moon and star in the sky,
Thus awaits for the moonlit paths again.
Of a night-to-day cycle.