By Shelley M. Latreille
Trees in the forest convulse in the light of the full moon.
They shimmer and sway absurdly in the midnight hour.
Wolves prowl in the trees’ protection, howling their tune.
They sing to the moon and provide it significant power.
Rain begins to exfoliate softly down onto the forest.
In delightful harmony, ominous birds fly about.
Elated, creatures run for shelter, even the poorest.
Creatures swirl vigilantly about trees so stout.
The sun bursts maniacally through the robotic sky.
Clouds hurriedly move away and make their final plea.
Fog and dew rain down menacingly and fly high.
Birds and creatures curiously flee.
Nature runs rampant in a glorious and challenging way.
Creatures fiendishly celebrate to bring on the new day.