Reflection of the Moon

Far away from the city lights

In the darkness obscured by their artificial mist

Dominating most of the starlit nights

Gleams the ever-changing lunar disc

Reflected light casts its image

On the dark, still waters of the silent lake

Dark, menacing clouds hover in the sky

The winds wild, howling, astray

The brief staccato grows into a roar

A downpour develops from a fine spray

The flashes of reflection are restored and distorted

By the ripples perturbing the silent lake

Waning every passing day

The lunar disc vanishes for a night

The stars, despite all their might

Apparently do little with their rays

A day later, the lunar crescent emerges

Painting the blank canvas of the silent lake

Occasional tremors trouble its surface

But they are kept out of sight

In a show of power at the late hours

It invokes the mammoth ocean’s might

But still casts the same reflection

On the dark, still waters of the silent lake