Rise of the moon #shorts #greaterhimalayas

Rise of the moon

High up in the mountains,
Amassing clouds hurried,
Up and up they rose,
Making way for the one!

Dissolving at the horizon,
The sun disappeared,
He knew he had to leave,
Making way for the earthshine!

Engulfed in darkness, the sky cried,
A drama unfolded with solemn pride,
Then a light appeared in the dark sky,
Piercing through the clouds, high and high!

Darkness died in shame and fear,
There was light, there and near,
It was the rise of the moon,
A boon with a perfect tune!

poem by Krishna Yoganarasimha