The harvest Moon, the strawberry Moon, once in a fortnight forgot the rules

that the Moon has to perforce go shrinking and lose his robes.

One night of ecstasy, the Moon grew like an adolescent kid.

The joy knew no bounds as the Moon could grow larger

than the largest rock of the hill.

The stars looked in awe, the birds wondered why

if they could touch the heart, would they feel the pulse,

and the Moon said, "Come, the doors are open to all of you kids."