hidden deep past the enchanted Oaks
and the hanging trees
was the home of the moon children
they rested high up in the oaks staring at the sun. she never stared back at them. maybe she thought they were admiring her beauty but no they were waiting for nightfall.
they were waiting for her sunshine to melt into moonlight
that's when they would crawl out of trees and forests. to see their beloved moon.
who was a friend to them when they were the lonely. a friend to him to her to them and to me
to scared of humanity and words we spoke the earth. we would read the spines of trees. my favorites were the hanging trees right past the pond that was overflowed with moonlight after nightfall.
they show me strength and learning to rise.
we would carve the moons light into letters and that's how we would speak. we are just like you in every little way except we look past thrones and just see the petals.
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L