In the Moonlit Night

Soft white light bathes the ground.
Moonlit trees gleam silver.
Silence.
But listen.
If you listen deeper,
Push back the curtain of quiet serenity,
You can hear.

You can hear
Birds nestling into sleep.
Trees inching upward.
Mountains growing, reaching up into the heavens.
Stars sighing.

In the dead of the night, a single white rosebud opens.
The petals slowly unfurl,
The flower lifts its white face to drink the moonlight
Floating, a faint white whisper, in the air.
A small, simple moth lands on the rose,
Flutters wings,
And settles
In the moonlit night
And I, watching, am filled with wonder.