"The clouds may engulf the lower ether
The stars may sleep on those wooly beds; But the moon is fresh, the moon is awake 
And it opens its eyes, evincing the sun's rays. 

Colours and shades it radiates;-
The hued lights strike the hidden water droplets, 
The lights swerve and the lights refract; 
The misty clouds around the moon, hold a rainbow intact." 
A cluster of poetic expressions from a school going teenager.
May poetry shower love and consciousness.