As the moon rises, the Moon Nymphs stir. All day they have lain under the sun’s overwhelming rays, tired and listless. With the setting of the sun they start to smile and by twilight they are laughing merrily. “Oh the sweet rays of the silver circle”… they croon to each other as the moon slowly rises. How they love the moon’s rays! Twisting and dancing joyfully they flit from flower to flower, over meadows and forests. The night is their playground, safe under the big silver circle in the star studded sky.