The Round Moon

Every year on Ramadan, there is no Satan to distract us from the Glories of Allah SWT.
The moon was a glowing, faint aura,
a light, whitish-yellow shine,
with large, gaping craters visible, looking actually,
thin and flat, like a yellowish bright coin.
Craters like blackish brown dots,
amid the whole dark blue shades
of the night, behind the view
of the leaves on a palm tree,
defiant and bold, a coin among
the yet unnoticed, twinkling lights
of the few stars surrounding, vaguely displaying
the heart of the show unnoticed by thousands of audience,
a gloom that no
camera in the world can capture
the wonders of Allah SWT
Put into the astounding universe He Created