DANCE WITH THE MOON

AS I FINISH MY EVENING PRAYERS
THE MOON APPEARS AND I BEGIN TO STARE
THE WIND WHISPERS OF TIMES LONG AGO
WHEN ANIMALS DANCED IN THE MOONS SOFT GLOW
WHEN GRANDFATHER OAK WAS VERY SMALL
THE MUSIC OF THE BABBLING BROOK AND THE WILD BIRD CALL
WHEN THE PEOPLE HAPPY AND FREE, ROAMED THE EARTH
THAT WAS NOT LONG AFTER ITS BIRTH
WHEN TIMES WERE SIMPLER AND SO NEW
WHEN WORDS THAT WERE SPOKEN WERE ALWAYS TRUE
WHEN ARMS RAISED TO THE HEAVENS IN PRAYER
REACHING FOR THE CREATOR THEY KNEW WOULD BE THERE
A CREATOR WHO LOOKS AT THE PEOPLE WITH A LOVING GLANCE
NOT IN ANGER OR MISTRUST BUT IN PEACE AND REVERENCE
AS I STAND WITH OUTSTRETCHED ARMS
I EMBRACE THE NIGHTS BREEZES SO WARM
I PICK UP THE WONDERFUL SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT
OF THE OWLS CALL OR THE LOONS IN FLIGHT
I BEGIN TO DANCE...IN MOVEMENTS AS OLD AS TIME
I DANCE WITH THE MOON TO NIGHTS MUSIC SUBLIME