The blue is bright,
the sun beats down obliquely,
almost resting on the elephants eye,
and there high in the sky
a truncated opaque semi circle
of light fluffy clouds with soft blue
lakes inviting me in;
but oh so far off is the moon,
and I would not like to be a start
of man defiling yet another planet.
Here the moon hangs on the calls
of frogs and birds,
even the untimely call of a rooster,
as I feel my way through the beauty
of the daytime moon.