Dreaming Beneath the Harvest Moon

Against the canvas of the night,
The harvest moon in splendor bright,
Casting shadows, dreams take flight,
In autumn’s embrace, hearts alight.

Leaves whisper tales in the breeze,
Of summer’s end, and the ease,
With which seasons change, and seize,
Moments fleeting, like these.

Under this celestial glow,
Dreams are sown as night winds blow,
Bearing hopes of tomorrow,
In the moon’s gentle shadow.

So beneath this orb so grand,
I dream of a distant land,
Where time holds still at my command,
And life is but a grain of sand.