Looking down with kind eyes

The night sky glances down as the moon dances with a halo of red around. Peering through the branches of trees, I admire the glow and how striking it seems. I scurry inside to capture the moment and as I reappear, the moon has moved. Higher up, on its nightly journey. Higher up into the sky. Higher up, I beg to fly. The moon glances down, in a kind loving nature. For the sky I shall not journey, my place is on the ground.