The Happening.

There the moon takes charges of evening Lighting to the world with so happiness The clouds makes some disturbance The tree shades blocks the milky light waves Here the darkness makes as a pretext From hidden caves the demons appearing To strike and retreat in the darkness Darkness have such a bad history To disturb and destroy always The clouds wandering in the sky with its presence As a helping measure to ill will forces When the moon says I am here and will arise And just like morning sun I will help all To make things easy to identify and to be caught It is my power, and my vision, my aim To help the needy and help the weak ones Otherwise this world itself would be a hell.