Waiting in Moonlight

Sitting under the large oak treee. In the Dark.

While the moonlight shone. The dead leafs of the

Tree trickled down slowly. I walked forward

To find the bright red book on it's trunk base.

No bird or animal shealtered there. Although

I had a home, this tree welcomed me more. As i sat there, happy memorize

Flood in. Breathing in the cool air as blood

Poured out of me. I waited. I didn't pray. I

Didn't cry. I didn't do anything, but close my

Eyes and waited. Listening to my slowing heart. Waited in the same moonlight I

Was born. I waited silently in the moon light...