“Whistling Woods And Moaning Moons”

Whistling woods and moaning moons

Sing tunes together

Of pleasure and passion beyond measure

As the tree rises to greet her

So does the sun

And the moon is eclipsed

Sun shining on her heated lips

Woods catching water in its palms

With the speed of calm

The sun’s rays stroke her like fingertips

Meanwhile beneath the surface

Cool quickly changes to warm

From these two uniting as one

Comes harmony and light in thunderstorms

Woods reaching up to her

Like third arms

Her light causes the spawn of life’s chain

When the sun went down

Darkness was

After she came