My Granddaughter Alexa took this picture on one of her camping trips. I liked it and put some poetic words to the photo.Moon Pine
© 2010 Rolland G. Smith
O’ let me see below the pine
To where your heart is ever free.
Between the boughs and needled leaves
I see your light that’s shared with me.
I am the Moon, a cratered orb,
That orbits Earth in cycled time.
Reminding all of humankind
You are a song, a dappled rhyme.
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