Moon - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Bathed in the light of the sun, the moon was more beautiful than even the stars around.
The moon came to the sky as a mother comes to sing a soft lullaby, to ease her children into a star-filled night.
The moon graced the sky as if she'd had some bright idea, something brilliant needed to shine upon the Earth.
The moon reflected the pure rays of the sun, and in doing so became as beautiful as our star of the daytime.
The moon was a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of it could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward.
Amid the starlight was the ever glow of the moon, that mother of the sky whom watched over every beating heart, steady and true.
In my monochrome musings the moon is a deep silver, as if she were a rock alone in space, turning pirouettes for no applause. Yet when I look for real and open my eyes that tiny bit more, I see an orb with the company of the sun, reflecting light, not silver, but with a buttermilk glow. She is there, close to our Earth, keeping us company while she may.
The full moon shone down on the crystal and seemed to blaze there.