glowing moon
shining bright
behind the oaks
beaming white
within the leaves
the swaying
and rustling
the winter night
the thick clouds
grey like a fog on the stars
my red cheeks
black shoes on my feet
earth's ear
pressed
to my heart
exhaling
my lungs
my ears
listen
the air flows through
each hole in my soul
the verdant leaves
bask and glisten
in the light
i hear
a whispered tune
connect my mind
to my heart,
a reason
to my soul
I keep changing this poem. AHHHHH