When the harvest moon is full
And makes the night as bright as day.
I see the world as beautiful
Although in a different way.
To how it looks by bright sunlight.
I watch the subtle interplay
Between the shadows of the night
In their attempts to hide away.
From the effulgence of the moon.
They cannot hide although they try.
To me the brightness is a boon
Revealing beauties to my eye.
Which otherwise I would not see
Wrapped in the shadows mystery.