Climb Upon The Moon

A passing thought left for a passing friend...

I thought I saw a wabbit
Looking up at me
Twitter was its habbit
There for all to see
But the wabbit had a trick or two hidden up its sleeve
And one day it disappeared beneath the ground
Without a by your leave.

I went to climb upon the moon

And crossed the sky on silver spoon

I wandered wide and far and near

And looked upon our world so dear

But don’t look up at me...
There's very little there to see
And don't look down on fallow ground
Where mystery sulks a secret's found

The privilege is not in being

It's in the honour of what you’re seeing

The journey isn't where you go

But all of what you come to know.

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