RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts (competition 22)

Waning moon.

Over a sea of cold water, among the green mountains

A reflection of the waning moon stops in front of my bed

This heavenly landscape steals a smile and makes me sigh.

The cold air of dawn forces me to look for shelter

My disturbing heart for seeing you at dawn

Waning Moon, what are you doing here?

Are you jealous of bright sun?

Between the sound of the water flowing with patience

Among the green trees that clean my air

You're your waning moon lighting up my look

You always beautiful and elegant, painting the landscape.