A Sickle Shard
High above, the moon arising,
All the aether energising,
All the earth revitalising,
On its path to heaven’s keep.
Woodland silence spread serenely,
With the lunar monarch queenly,
Stars aloft and glowing keenly,
In the welkin palace deep.
Pine and fir in shadows reaching,
Blessings from above beseeching,
Patience and composure teaching,
In the valley passes steep.
Far away, the sun reposing,
Like a fulgent flower closing,
In the outer darkness dozing,
In a paradisic sleep.
Woodland creatures resting, dreaming,
With the sickle moonlight beaming,
Blissful softness earth redeeming,
Peace to make the seraphs weep…
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adamdaniel 