This poem was requested by a friend.
She's not on Gaia, but I'm slowly persuading her.
=p
All hushed the trees are
waiting on tiptoe for the sight
of moonrise shedding splendor
across the dusk of night.
Ah, now the moon is risen
and lo, without a sound
the trees all write their welcome
far along the the ground
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