willow tree
an escape from the noise
from the chaos within
i slipped out the door
and climbed the old tree on the corner.
it was a clear night -
stars sparkled, suspended low over the fields.
the moon was only a glimmering sliver,
but it shone with a soft, strong light.
everything around me was illuminated, flooded with moonlight.
sitting on my favorite branch,
i gazed upwards, lost
in the captivating beauty of the endless night sky
and the silhouette of the tree branches against the bright moon
still shadows my dreams.