Me and the Stars

The dirt that crumbles beneath my feet.
The birds that go, tweet, tweet, tweet.

The rocky sand and creeping grass.
The blow of the wind and the shining stars.

Just me and the night.
The stars in the sky, the ones that shine so very bright.

The hanging vines in the pale moonlight.
The leaves that fall from the trees.

The dark night is like a glow stick in the sky.
The branches sprout over me like a fountain.

The smell of the lake.
The scratch of the bark.

Under the moonlight.
Just me and the stars.

The mud in my toes digs deeper and deeper.
Walking by the trees creeping and creepier.

Then it gets cold, a shower from the sky.
Looks like I have to go so I say goodbye.

The next day I waited and waited and waited.
Then the light in the sky faded and faded.