Our Meeting

A meeting with an old friend, I suppose.

Glittering, gathering among the leaves
Light rests upon the slumbering woods
An aura of tranquility pervades this place
On an oak an owl quietly broods
I enter the forest at a cautious pace
Greeted by the embrace
Of a swift breeze
The Moon, she peers through leaf and limb
Welcoming my presence
She asks, "are you here to visit him
Beckoned by his essence?"
Wise, ancient Wolf treaded upon his path
Nodded his head in greeting
Water within a brook traveled past
It seemed mindful of our meeting

The End

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