Luna smiled at his drawing. She took out a piece of paper and showed him her work. She was no artist but pretty much a poet 'In the dead of night the moon rises high and bright. The nighttime animals sing under the moon. The river playing a soothing sound. The trees begin to whisper as the breeze begins to blow. A brand new breeze in such a lovely night. I give the stars of the night and clouds of the morning sky to you.'