The Moon-Drenched Forest (found poem)

The winter sun shines through the leaves
To throw dappled shade upon the ground.
Gentle birdsong floats through the air.
Clouds appear and the wind utters a sigh of sadness.
The soft rain hissing on the magnolia leaves
Drips onto the blossoms floating in the clear pools.
The murmuring mountain brooks
Dance among the light-flecked banks.
When night falls the Luna moth
Emerges into the moon-drenched night
And shivers like autumn leaves.
An owlish silhouette whispers through the trees,
Leaving shadows on the lacey ground.

When morning returns the forest will awake from the muddy sleep,
Stirring and waking to great the new day.
A mountain lion will utter a silvery soprano scream,
The sleepy owl a mournful hoot.
But for now, the forest will sleep amid the pristine silver of the moon.