“The moon shines brightly, even if the colour is slightly, pink” Gun Roswell

Pinkish Moon

The skies of the early morning hours
The colours from pitch black turning to likes of flowers
The bluish hue, fading to a bright purple too
Then softly, all the various pinks start a popping
Turning the darkly lit skies to something nice
Just like someone sprinkled, some sugar and spice
The object in question, might be for a while hiding
But as the colours are turning that much brighter
Soon, the moon, too, will be, totally smiling
And then, there will be partying, singing and dancing
For all us moon children on the ground prancing

Viva la rosa Luna!