The night grows still, the world at rest,
The ticking clock beats in my chest.
I set the book down, switch the light,
And drift into the quiet night.
Outside, the moonlight shines so clear,
Filling my room with a lonely fear.
The shadows stretch from head to toe,
A solemn scene, where feelings grow.
Shooting the moon with all my might,
But it still shines, mocking my fight.
No matter how hard I try,
The moon remains in the sky.
Through the window, the pines stand tall,
The autumn breeze whispers a call.
The moonlight floods the forest floor,
Like waves that crash upon the shore.
Inside, the silence stirs my mind,
Memories of a distant time.
Letters from friends across the sea,
Filled with emotions that trouble me.
His words speak of tears and pain,
Of love and loss in autumn’s reign.
Yet I never caused him harm,
Just the season’s cold alarm.
Shooting the moon with all my might,
But it still shines, mocking my fight.
No matter how hard I try,
The moon remains in the sky.
The bond of friendship is fragile and thin,
Like water in a cup that spins.
Losing a friend cuts deep and true,
Like carving flesh that once was new.
In the garden, I stand alone,
The cosmos bloom, and winds are blown.
The moon shines bright, but I feel small,
Like a shadow cast against the wall.
I pick a stone, with anger high,
And hurl it at the moonlit sky.
Shooting the moon with all my might,
But it still shines, mocking my fight.
No matter how hard I try,
The moon remains in the sky.
The stone hits the water, the ripples fade,
But the moon, unbroken, does not degrade.
It laughs above, with mocking grace,
A reflection, still in place.
I build a bow with branches tight,
And craft an arrow, ready to fight.
Like a warrior, I take my stand,
And shoot the moon with steady hand.
Yet no matter how hard I aim,
The moon stays still, just the same.
I laugh at last, at my own despair,
For the moon, untouched, is always there.
So I walk back to where I stood,
Beneath the trees, inside the wood.
The moon above, so bright, so high,
Still gazing down from the endless sky.
Shooting the moon with all my might,
But it still shines, mocking my fight.
No matter how hard I try,
The moon remains in the sky.