Full Moon

Lost in the woods, a child wanders,

Eyes wide with fear, heart full of thunder.

The night grows dark, the moon so bright,

A guiding force, a beacon of light.

Through tangled vines and gnarled tree roots,

The child stumbles, lost in the suit.

But then, through the trees, a gleaming sight,

The full moon rises, a beautiful sight.

With renewed hope, the child walks on,

Following the light, until the dawn.

And as the sun begins to rise,

The child emerges, to the surprise

Of waiting parents, overjoyed to see

Their little one safe and sound, home from the wild and free.

The full moon watches, a silent sentinel,

As the child is reunited, in a world so gentle.