Late night, with a dark purple sky .
The forest is lit only by the giant orange moon and a handful of flickering white stars .
Mystical shadows dance amongst the firs and pine.
The only interruption of the crystal lake is a silhouette of a lonely loon .
Not sure whether the silence is terrifying or soothing,
I make no wish for
any disturbance of this environmental tranquillity.
I drift off to a quiet slumber upon the hillside, with a blanket for warmth,
And my only prayer is for sunshine.
©1998 Chris Miner
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