Moon and dewdrops

On a bright moon night,

When leprechauns and ladles like ghosts,

They worship nature's secrets,

Trying to win them over,

The full silver moon,

Reflecting in hundreds of drops of evening dew,

He asked each of them,

Or give them more of your luster,

These, having consulted 1 another,

With their opinions, having exchanged in secret,

Not waiting any longer,

They answered the arrogant moon...

– We don't request your grace,

For thou art so proud,

You're just a servant of our planet,

Like the Oct of his faithful queen,

And our pages,

Dedicated to us and faithful,

There are countless sanctimonious bugs,

It's their glow at night we rejoice,

Because actually, each of us

It's like a small planet.

All the incomprehensible secrets full of,

Guarded by passing time,

Undressed meadows,

With a large green coat,

So vast and huge,

Uncharted are our cosmos,

For like giant planets,

Hidden in the depths of unknown galaxies,

Even though we're small,

We are hidden in this meadow,

And this tiny close river,

So modest, so clean and quiet,

Like our Milky Way,

As mysterious as she is,

Like uncharted stars,

Unaffordable, golden and exasperating,

And so do we.

There are billions in this universe...

– This poem dedicates to an excellent poet hiding under the pseudonym JasnA7 in thanks for all the flattering comments that it has left under the poems of my author.