As the tide of silvery dust moves in,
The Moon’s deep craters sit and wait
For palm trees’ canopy to close again
For night to come, to shine for long,
To light the earth and then be gone.
I sit and watch. I see no beach
Like fairy tales have come to tell
But I can hear the tide move in
Over lunar rocks and shining craters
I know I wish that I could see
By Ellie Hipwell
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