The Girl Who Painted the Moon

There's a girl by the mountain stream. With colors no one's ever seen.

She waits till the world's asleep. Then climbs to where the shadows weep.

With every stroke, her soul takes flight. She gives the moon its borrowed

light. A lonely heart but dreams so wide. She paints the

stars to kiss the night. No one knows her name.

But they feel her art in the rain. Every glow, every silver hue.

A secret gift she leaves for you. She's the girl who painted the

moon. With tears that shimmered like monsoon. In the dark, she found her