When darkness arrives, moonlight it invites, <br />This quiet visitor, though, in time will receed, <br />But for the while, its shower it chooses to reveal, <br />It guides those who would relish, <br />Exposes those who would perish, <br />And clears bare, <br />Paths for those who choose to explore; <br />With each passing hour, <br />It opens, more and more and more, <br />To those who are the brave, and who are sure to endure. <br /> <br />October 1 2014 (c)<br /><br />stephen ifill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-forest-18/
