Lightning was striking everywhere, and each time it did, there was a bright flash that was immediately followed by a deafening crash of thunder. When it first started, I figured it would be wise to do something about it, although I didn’t act. But once the bolts started lighting up individual trees, I sprang into action.
Over the bluff,
A Full Moon rises,
Casting its glow,
On the summer below.
Erupting the dark,
With light shining bright
Awakening the shadows and defeating the night.
Limestone cliffs return to life,
Ravines get deeper and hills get higher,
Cedar thickets spread their arms,
Deer become more than dark flashes,
Tree limbs come out of hiding to dance in the wind,
And silhouettes of monstrous Cypress line the river as it bends.
Then, smell and sound join in,
Campfires flicker across the hilltops,
Cedar smoke fills the air.
Far-off drumbeats keep the rhythm,
And bits of story, song, and laughter,
Faintly echo from beyond.
Rejoice in the moonrise,
And the change it’ll surely bring.
It’s done this many times before,
And I hope there’ll be many more.
Just like those who watched before,
Invite the moon into your eyes.
Ponder the days that are yet to come,
Embrace the times that came,
And rejoice that the moon you see,
Still rises just the same.
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