Moonlit night
Another piece by me!
By Kela Hansen
Upon the desolate cliff, stark and bare,
Stood a dead tree trunk, stripped and spare,
Its withered form, a testament to time,
Yet teeming with life, a mystical rhyme.
Beneath the giant full moon's radiant glow,
Life danced and thrived, an enchanting show,
Color draped like lace upon its silent boughs,
Whispering secrets only the night allows.
Tiny creatures unseen, in nocturnal flight,
Found solace in the silent, moonlit night,
Their melodies echoed in the stillness there,
A symphony born from the trunk laid bare.
Though life had left its wooden frame,
Nature's embrace had staked its claim,
Beauty blossomed in this silent grace,
A masterpiece in this desolate place.
The moon, a witness to this mystic scene,
Casting its glow, surreal and serene,
A legacy in death, but life's rebirth,
The dead trunk thrived, a symbol of worth.
This piece IS for sale.
I honestly don't know a price but, it is ready for a new home ❤️
-Kela