We gathered by the lake to watch the beaver moon rise above the pines.

They continued to howl at the moon even after it was clear the project wouldn't be approved.

Every year, my grandmother bakes moon-cakes filled with sweet lotus paste.

The explorers set up camp beneath the ancient moon towers as they prepared to map the crater's rim.

The botanist carefully examined the moon carrot and noted its distinctive white umbels.

The old moon tower cast a silvery glow over the deserted square, guiding late-night wanderers home.

We gathered by the lake to watch the frost moon rise above the pines.

We huddled on the porch as the thunder moon rose, casting a warm glow over the lake.

We went out to watch the egg moon rise over the lake.

We sat on the porch and watched the flower moon rise above the fields.