• The moon is of three
    It’s face does change
    Revealing to us of
    The night’s odd game

    The first of three
    Is young and kind
    Like a child of small
    It’s of open mind

    The second face moon
    Be caring and brave
    With a mothers touch
    Memories, she saves

    The final moon be
    Of wise and old
    Knowing of life
    What stories be told

    These three be of one
    Yet separate in mind
    They watch the night
    Protecting our kind