Luna Mountains

The moon peeks out from behind the

magic mountains, waiting to

say goodbye


A piano is in the middle of a meadow playing

a sweet song.

The music drifts

over to me and I feel relaxed


Fireflies cover the meadow like

a floating blanket


Even though there are no

flowers, the smell of roses

is like a dancer dancing her last dance



As the moon slips

behind the mountains, I know

I will always be safe

written by:  Isabella Layon, age 12

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