My smiling moon,
Speaks through the veil,
You are here, you are loved, you are alive.
My smiling moon,
Sauntering across the darkness,
Reminding me I am small, I am grateful, I am alive.
My smiling moon,
Hides behind the trees as the sun begins its chase,
Good morning, welcome, breathe.
Queen of the Universe 
Beautiful, a poem like a breath on a cool night.
Just doing the rounds making sure everyone is okay. What are up to? How are the monkeys?