Night of full moon
Of cold breeze that runs across my skin
Playing with my hair.
Sweet melody of the current of the water crashing against the stones.
The river runs all night and all day.
Where will it go in such a hurry?

The tadpoles play with the moon's reflection like a searchlight that illuminates them.
The owl is a little confused by the light of the full moon, not sure if it's day or night.

The clouds gather around it but do not want to obscure its beauty.