Natures Tale

And to you all who see this; this evening:

There are many of them here
Over the clouds of Ovim
Glittering like tiny jewels in the dark
Standing majestically over the hills
Under where we sight the stars
On a mild quiet evening
Natures gleeful stare on us
And our own look, up
To meet her friendly gaze
Like expectant infants
Sitting on the dusts
Waiting for the mothers call
Those stars say hello
They tell a strange tale
Why the Moon went sick
How the tall Giraffe
Ate the sickly Moon half!
The other confident sound
Is of the wild crickets
And their peers of the night choir
Loud, blowing, uncaring, continuously
Blasting strange pipes this night
Where the stars shine gleefully

I dedicate this to you, someone. I know not.