poetry, writing

Moon Flower

Finger-like branches reach to the sky

Hold up the glowing orb in the night

Rays pierce through to the forest floor,

As dried leaves crunch underfoot.

Glowing eyes in the distance blink,

Suddenly everything freezes still

Water from a brook trickles by,

And finally, the beast turns and runs.

Stepping closer, a trail of stardust floats,

And settles to the ground. From it blooms

A beauty so bright in the moon’s light,

Flowers in gentle lilac and yellow.

She stops, kneels, and breathes it all in.

If only for a moment, she finds peace.

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