Queen Of The Night Poem by john (called jack) wren

In silhouette against a dying sky
its branches stark and bare
a Beech stands in silence
its head bowed in prayer
standing on top of a wooded hill
in the last beam of light
it commands all in the dale
this majestic Queen of the night

Dust from stars rest on its head
dropped from the Milky Way
embracing it in a silver cloak
until the break of day.
shafts of light from a smiling Moon
join this remarkable sight
and moths come for their evening dance
to the home, of the Queen of the Night