Scarry Night

One night,
one sweet,
silent night,
I looked up at the sky.
I saw stars,
brighter than ever,
and the moon.
On that night,
as I lay in bed,
my eyes threatening 
to close,
threatening to darken the world

March 1st.
The time has almost come,
when animals,
plants,
will awake from their slumbers. 
The time has almost come,
when honeybees will 
dance around the flowers,
making me inch so shyly away.

Many things fall,
leaves,
acorns,
rain,
but these,
I do not notice,
for there are pine needles. 
Small,
prickly things,
that hang
off of pine trees,
as if they are holding on
for their life.

Those summer days,
when my sister and I 
played tag outside. 
Those summer days,
when we sat in the grass,
watching the trees.
Watching them sway,
watching them dance,
to the wind.

There are so many lives,
so many stories,
of those who love,
those who laugh. 
There are so many people who
decide to do good 
and become known. 
So many people who have 
voices,
songs

During the most wondrous of days,
when the sun shines 
its brightest,
I will dance.
I will dance,
I will sing,
I will write and play,
while the flowers
in the meadow
sing so sweetly.