Glowing Moon Poem by Casey Jarrell

When the sun descends below the trees,
the shining moon rises into the sky.
I look upon this shadowy lake and would see the moon reflecting across the water.
As the night drags on as the birds fly overhead,
the song of the night fills my soul.

As the clouds begin to clear,
the light of the moon shines brighter.
I would reach forward only to see that each miracle needs a key to open the doors that block my way.
When that door opens,
it will lead to so many opportunities in life.
As my hand descends,
my spirits are raised by the nature that surrounds me.

Under the light of the glowing moon,
I leave a message within this ancient rune.