WHISPERING PINES


The steady breeze evokes a swish
In the tops of the tall, tall pines,

It makes me appreciate nature
As in the cool moonlight that shines,

I look at that pockmarked orb and know
That lunar rovers have touched it,

I wonder, "Could we have honeyearthers?"
Yes, credibility would stretch a bit,

The moon has always been lovers' light,
Nature's Valentine hung in black velvet,

Let's not reverse roles in the heavenly scene,
Moonlight thru the pines is still relevant.

by D. Edgar Murray