Tree Wants More Hours With Moon
moon watched the man
wondering at his intent
man stared back without feelings
on autopilot unaware of his plight
tree gave man counsel
without effort, but always caring
oak handles grief and mourning
gives hugs
time oozed slowly into day
carrying himself until he had a glimpse of a sun
it had been a pretty night, he felt satisfied
many dying but more living
the tree watched the man sleeping
knowing sun would soon wake him
feeling he wanted a few more hours of the moon
before the man returned to his grief
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