The poor man found a perfect site to spend the night
His hand stretched out to catch the rays of moonlight
He thought the moon got a tip from distant stars
He wasn’t deterred in solving his predicament
Moon shining was high over the roofs
This story did not originate from an imaginative world
The poor were not chosen by a Manitou or sprits
Epileptic fits coincide with epic voyages
Advice uttered by the wise fell short
Just suddenly a silent talk died
He believed he was possessed by some powers
Oblivious to the possibilities known to man
The oral tradition says there is an access
To another realm, a superior one
Wait and see what happens
Moon shine visits the sky when times is ripe
It keeps on a benevolent drag movement
It has got the antidote for happiness
Every time a destitute begs for it
The old moon sends its shine
In secret….