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.
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