Lilly Anne P.

The moon moves to the middle of the night sky.

As she looks deep into the water,

she sees the vines moving like tentacles.

The lilies weep.

The moon cries knowing

she goes away every day.

When she goes,

she will see the lilies

nor the vines.

Soon the lilies are dying.

They are dancing in the moon light

a sad celebration

of their last time together.