Walking in the woods,

                           With a full moon,

                           Yet the woods all about

                           Were filled with darkness,

                           Scarcely a tiny shaft of light sifted through.


                           Only in the clearing,

                           Where dead trees had fallen,

                           Was it light,

                           The clearing was gleaming.


                           And looking up

                           I could see stars,

                           And the open heavens.

                                                                                                Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                February 14, 2014