As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.
May the dark clouds of the night shadow all your worries, may the shining stars illuminate your dreams and may the soft moon be a balm to all the troubles of the day. Good night and sleep tight my friend.