|The Moon Man HB pencil, photoshop|
Once a year when darkness falls
The moon won’t answer evening calls
Hidden in the dark he stays
So the Moon Man takes his place
He blows his thumb and floats up high
Untill he reaches the starlit sky
From there he listens to children’s wishes
that’s what he’s supposed to do
If one is special and from the heart
he makes that wish come true.
Blowing stars to down below
descending soft and slow
He smiles as he feels ground again
When the sun decides to show.
I'm thinking about making a small children's book of this, hand drawn, and hand colored.