Moon and Friends

a night tree stretches fingers
missing warmth of sun at night
jealous of the pearly light
grasping heat that lingers
but moonlight chill is all she finds
and fearful as the darkness blinds
the moon says hush and hold to me
my light is hope for dawns’ reprieve

My daughter’s sweet friend painted her this picture so I gifted a poem. Thank you Ariel Thomas Zeek. I hope you both always remember the tree – if you are missing warmth, lean towards light – that’s where the hope is. (also, let your roots go deep and do for others – even trees create shade in the heat of day and make a home for birds!)

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