Smiling nonstop? Moon is in harmony

A soft glow stirs inside. A smile, unbidden, blooms. Moon’s gentle hand? They speak of woven peace. Yet, joy feels fragile now. Is it a fleeting dream? A whisper in rough seas? Do tides soothe our hearts? Or, just a false, calm scene? We seek calm in moonlight. A pause amidst the storm. Does balm heal our wounds? Or, hide the scars we mourn? Emotions sway, they say. Moon’s rhythm takes control. But, is it a lullaby? An escape from harsh roles? Harmony, a gift or lie? A break from heavy loads? Contentment, a fragile bloom. In barren, lonely roads. Does it bring true belonging? Or, just a fleeting code? Moon shifts, moods all change. A cycle, rise and fall. Do we find peace in light? Or, shadows, stand up tall? Is happiness a gift? Or, haunts us, makes us small?