The glow of the moon,
The arrayed shining star,
Beauty in darkness,
A scene to behold.
Nature at its peak which comforts the oppressed and
Bring peace to the weak.
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Joy in the atmosphere,
The beauty of nature.
Understanding of time and season
The separation between day and night.
Amid confusion
Counting the star bring solutions
That gladdens the heart the most
As the intense observance of the moon gladens the heart
So will sadness fade into the thin air?
The joy of the seated king on the moon
The standing position of the entourage beside him;
Alas, what a great imagination
Yet the highest of all mirage.
Joy can be felt
Happiness can be held by the hand,
It is all a matter of choice and heart that behold it.
Just as the state of the heart matters,
Which is clear of doubts as oblivion of disturbance.
Nothing is stopping joy,
Unless the heart is filled with uncertainty and sadness;
Which might cloud our judgment of the situation
That emanated from our sorrow and difficulty.
Difficulties are bound to set in;
Weigh us down like a heavy truck
That felt off the track, but at the end
Joy usually prevails over melancholy
As a kid, I have trouble crawling to walking.
Nothing stops joy,
As feebleness is an enmity against progress;
Setting our mindset right heals the sadness,
That might emanate from our troubles.
Joy can be felt and held.
It is all a matter of choice,
Don't be discouraged by the biggest of the round block
As the path might be rough,
But soon there is joy at the end of the tunnel.