Rivron Martinelli Lucile

The Moon

The sun is sinking in the sky

The colours blending slowly

Melting and forming a beautiful painting

With colours as light as a rainbow.

And soon the sun dies

The painting is gone

As an ocean of darkness

Rises to swallow the day.

The moon goes up

Shining its silver light

On the sleeping world


A deadly silence

An ominous sound

The sound of footsteps

Treading in the snow;

The sound of a hunter 

Tracking its prey.

It is right there

In front of him.

He lifts his net

Ready to catch

The grey circle

Glowing in the lake;

But suddenly, it disappears

A pebble was thrown 

By a young boy

Who did not want the hunter

To catch

The moon. 


Envoyé: 10:41 Tue, 14 March 2023 by : Rivron Martinelli Lucile age : 16