I am the moon,
shining full and ghostly white.
I am the crickets,
singing their song after dark.
I am the firefly,
whose dance is a beacon of love.
I am the wolf,
with a mournful bay of loneliness.
I am the stars,
like a blanket of spangles on a velvet sky.
I am all the nocturnal creatures,
the owl, the bat, the opossum.
I am the whisper of wind,
wafting through skeletal trees.
I am the rustle of leaves,
like the steps of generations of the past.
I am . . .