Tears of the Moon

The frozen air was filled with sadness.

The moon couldn’t bring herself to shine.

It was a night.

Where the possibility of light was inconceivable.

The moon hid her face from us.

Disappearing behind her bed of clouds.

Full of sorrow.

Her tears spilling out.

In the form of silent snow.

As she wept.

Nature was silenced.

No rustle of the trees.

No bird calls.

The woods were entombed in grief.

Nature mourned in silence.