Moon Spills

The Moon spills out onto the road

Air is quiet except for the dust that blows

Crops rock gentle, they go side to side to a rhythm only they know

They stand uniform in their corn rows

The rustling leaves whisper adventurous tales from the road

Fireflies shimmer, fade, and glow

A diligent wolf carves out a new trail

Gone off course, a rogue ship that set sail

Oak trees marinate in melancholy, they wail

Whisps of clouds bumble along the sky

A bird of prey awaits the right time to fly

The passage of time is observed by the stars

The Moon watches over the land with a full heart



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