Looking up, there was the moon, riding high on an evening sky. Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind of the clouds, as they floated by. Softly blue and gently white A poem that plays out every night. No matter where in the world you are, or, what you hope tomorrow will bring No matter, loved ones are near or far or, what show on TV is. The moon and the clouds are always there. Just look up and they’ll take your breath away.