I get up in the darkened morn,
Look out of the window
And there before me it shines,
The full Harvest Moon,
Clouds drifting over it
Like a beautiful painting.
Soon the Moon is obscured
As the clouds fill the sky
And the moon disappears,
But I know it is there
As on this morn I saw it
And it will always be there
Filling the ether with light,
The light that is with me
And knowing that once more,
Once more that today,
Today will be a good day.