Ah, Mr. Moon, full round and bright, good morning! Yes. This morning the moon was so beautiful I could have stared at him forever. Up high, shining bright, he was a beacon of light in an otherwise dark and lonely sky. Not a star in sight of this fine fella. No, he had the universe to himself. Basking in the glory of a night turning to day he calls me forth and guides my way into the start of another day. Thank you Mr. Moon!