Forest Moon

They call it the forest moon It sings in the night sky To some it's a solemn tune To some of dreams miles high It orchestrates shadows with light Striking a path through the sleeping trees It's light is that of the night It's call emanates to you in the unseen evening breeze Wild creatures call and sing, respecting the light of the moon Wilderness hunts and dies in the nights of the moon Perhaps it connects with our minds? Perhaps it hears our truths and lies? Perhaps it gives hope and light to some? Where otherwise there would be none.