Moonlight glows in ebony night

Branches reach to find the light

Stretching up to meet the glow

Her barren limbs begin to grow

Shortening distance between the spark

And land now covered by the dark

She reaches midnight’s golden sun

As ethereal colored worlds are spun

Anchored roots that hold her steady

She is unafraid, strong and ready

To catch the moon, perhaps, perchance

Luring him in with her moonlight dance

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