The moon watches nestled in a sky painted blue,
As the Ferris wheel turns its slow revolutions
Beneath lambswool clouds.
Tucked securely beneath the canopy she laughs
Delighted by the tablecloth tapestry spread wide
Watched on by the stars afar.
Stately revolutions as the basket dips and sways
A graceful dance, tempo unchanged
Time passing until the last refrain plays.