The Ring Beneath The Moon

Cloud's cover the sky when seen from below, Thick green grass blanket's the hill. A ring at the top that moves when one's still. Open your eyes they contain, that element Of surprise, The surprise of what is yet to come, ripples Are heard in the pond. Those two pipes that lead from the pump, Remind me of Milk filling up the glass jars, coffee here is Preferred over tea. Deep here in the trees, shadows rise up to Touch the moon The ring in the middle is silver not gold, Touched the right way I can feel.