Ode to the tree that stands high on the hill
holding the moon in its branches.
Ode to the clouds that float right by the tree
holding the moon in the sky.
Ode to the setting sun that sets in the west
holding a bit of sunlight for the moon.
Layers of darkness
Life moves slowly around us
Sharing the sun’s light
Darkness only hides the beauty from our eyes.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry