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