As the sun sinks into the earth, 
the moon rises high above. 
It is night
and there is no sound at all, only silence.

The moon beams shine on the birdbath 
and the water reflects onto the sky. 
It looks as though the sky is a big ocean 
with diamonds swimming in it.

The man in the moon smiles down at me, 
and I smile back.

It didn't go to bed that night.

As I watched the black blanket of night surrender to the sun, 
I knew that the sun, moon, earth, and sky 
would guide me up to Heaven.

By Stephanie, Age 14

To the frog ponds
To send me your poem
To the site map


Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468

 Last updated: November 14, 2004