Moonbeams kissed the blacktop road into deepest grey.
Amid the starlit black is a moonlit road to the heavens, for even when night commands the stage, it beams avenues of midnight blue.
Moonbeams come amid the stars as an ode to the sun.
Moonbeams come as runways in the starry night, the bright pathways upon which dreams take flight.
Moonbeams ride upon the starry air as if the velvet black had asked them to dance.
Moonbeams come as whispers of light.
To this night have come the moonbeams, reminding the foliage that they are green even under the stars.
In the clearing, a smile of moonbeams arcs across the land.