Nightshift:

When the Sun's job is through,
The nighttime belongs to the Moon.

He fills in but with gloom,
Cause at night things don't bloom.

His night light is not so strong,
But he is faithful so he shines on.

He holds his spot without a peep,
For he knows that all must sleep.

He does his job but has some help,
Cause that's the hand he's been dealt.

The Stars join in from all about,
Because his flame is almost out.

He floats at ease with every step,
For he knows all eyes must rest.

He beams with joy beams with gleem,
Happy because he can be seen.

High above in that dark sky,
All his actions will catch your eye.

So he throws his nite shadow down,
Shining his dim light on the ground.

So all closed eyes cant hardly tell.
For if all eyes are shut all is well,

On certain days the Moon gets full,
Thanks to God he has a pull.

So he continues his nightly trip,
With all the Stars on his hip.

When the night is all but gone,
For in the day he does not belong.

He starts to set and waves goodbye,
And leaves his spot in the sky.

As night passes the Sun moves in,
The Moon is off till night again.