I lie beneath the naked branches of the moon tree,
I can feel it waiting for sap to rise up from the roots
burst open its first buds drawing upon inner energy
this moon tree is cold and tired of the winter months.

It has been so long since the sap was racing around
Inside its trunk along the branches and into the leaves
Its obvious splendour ready to surprise and astound
Throughout the more kinder months of every year.

I lie here like the moon tree for I feel a sap rising in me
Made of the substance of dance, song, loving and poetry,
I wonder why I waited this long to take ready account
I was only dying but now I am more than ready to sprout.

I once saw a moon tree as I strolled the field parameter 
Without a care I looked into an approaching nude tree
To find the moon was shining through it and later
Its significance caught me and I pondered is that me?

The moon has been my inner companion for many years
I obtain comfort when I see it in the night sky gleaming,
Its age not lost on me – at times its sorrow brings tears
For I feel its loneliness when I was meant to be dreaming.

There have been times when I have tried to talk to the moon
I never imagined it could hear my puny soft spoken tones,
I was satisfied that I had made the attempt for all too soon
It would sink slowly down past the horizon leaving me alone.