I smile at the bounding trees.
I put on an act for the stars.
I soar like an eagle.
I howl like a wolf.
I peep from the clouds.
I am a twinkling light.
I’m like a bowl of milk.
I’m the quiet fox of the sky.
I’m like a flashlight’s beam.
I warm the bone-chilling night.
The frigid silence, the charcoal black, the Milky Way.
I beam and shine.
I am the moon.