Afraid of the dark

Bright light descends from the nighttime sky to the reveal the withered moon
it glows and glistens while crickets chirp a melody

the trees start to sway with the wind like they’re listening to a lullaby
the clouds start to come and hide the vibrant withered moon

darkness fills the forest once again
everything fell silent as if the darkness were a bad sign
they went and hid from all scared to come out. Afraid of the Dark