On a recent evening, I watched a full moon rise over the trees.

I would have so liked to see the moon rise over it.

"Have you been waiting to see the moon rise?"

"I saw the full moon rise above that lake," he said.

"I can watch the moon rise over the barn roof," she says.

The full moon rises, and Robert turns his back on her, silently walking away.

"We must ride hard to arrive before the full moon rises."

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise?

It is like seeing the moon rise on a dark night.

Then someone called us outside to see the moon rise, and that's when she appeared to me.