The man in the moon lives a lonely plight
As he looks down from such a great height
Hidden under the brutal bright light
He can only visit beneath the dark cover of night
With only insomniacs and the destitute around
There is no great company to be found
For we are all hunted like hounds drug to the pound
As darkness swallows the world with nary a sound
For all the dreamers are tucked away in bed
With only wishes left to cushion their heads
During the day, it's easy to forget what's been said
But reality has a way of sinking dreams like lead
Maybe the man in the moon isn't missing all that much
He can still watch without the touch
Might help the heart find something easier to clutch
As life lives on around us in such
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A Tree Takes Root
Poetrya tree takes root out of the seeds that were sown as deep in the forest a new life is grown
