when the next moon rises

there are tales to be told

and a far away

straightened up area of grief

when the trees groan

or the high elevation makes

the choices so transparent

but while the clouds

make a story but

the song is already written

yet a meeting is as

strong and sad as the

last moment of

a spirit which makes

the earth a daughter

just as much as a mother

who is a storytelling voice and

an audience both

and nobody lived with that fear

because they either

feel and became reborn or

they survived