Luna

Luna flew through the night without event. As the sun rose, she landed on the top of a hill. She stretched her sore muscles and laid down, ready to get some sleep.

Then her eyes gazed upon what lay ahead of her in flight. There were hundreds of hills, lapsing into one another, smoothly rolling along as one. A breeze came through and all of the hills began to move. Well, not move, but gave the impression.

The blades of grass flowed in perfect harmony, dancing in the sun and wind, rejoicing for the new day. The dew drops which coated the grass glittered in the sun, sending their flickers of light in every direction. The breeze abated and the grass returned to normal.

Luna once again curled up to sleep once more, to restore her strength and stamina for the coming night. She closed her eyes and within minutes, all that there was to be heard was a soft breath as Luna slept.