The moon breaks up the clouds in the sky,
Shining brightly in it's full glory,
Reflecting sunlight catching my eye,
Setting the backdrop for this story.
The story of the sweet night air,
Dancing between leaves on the trees
Moving about without a care,
Completely at ease with the cool breeze,
Softly, an almost stoic way--
Quietly, to not to disturb the tree's song.
Hearing the leaves and what they say,
Assuring me this is where I belong.
I can hear a slight whimsy in its tune.
It must be happy, it must be safe.
Singing for me in the light of the moon;
No longer feeling like a tired waif.
The night is dark, but the night is kind,
Serene in it's presence of beauty.
Enjoying tonight with peace of mind
And resting my soul here with our tree.
Pristine crystals are stars that lights the sky
Blinking at me, as if to say "Hello"
Smiling, I wave my hand and start to cry,
Marveling at how they twinkle and glow.
Subtle tears roll down my face,
Onto to the rich soil.
Nourishing the seeds in place,