Last night, the moon sang me a love song 
A serenade from the night wanderer is never wrong 
In the morning, a warmth arose from the ground 
That hovered above the dawn without a sound
   
Everywhere I walked, the borrowed moon rays 
Glided nonchalantly through the haze 
And covered the world in a golden shroud  
As nature stood there, bountiful and proud
   
I witnessed tree-house sanctuaries 
Become homes for mystical faeries 
And I saw burnt-out hollow logs 
Turn into comfy beds for bugs and frogs
   
And in the glowing leftover moonlight 
Peaceful sunflowers welcomed the sight.
Yesterday, the mockingbird sang me a lullaby 
And the full moon heard no lie or alibi

Editor: Erynn Crittenden