Keepers of the Moonlight

They walk in silence, robed in night,
Their cloaks of stars and woven light.

When moon is full, and winds are still,
They cross the ridge, beyond the hill
To sing the songs the earth once knew,
In languages of dusk and dew.

Each footstep hums a tale long kept.
Of rivers dreamed and mountains wept.
Their hands hold prayers not meant to fade.
Of mothers lost, of hopes remade.

Through them, the forest learns to heal.
The stars remember how to feel.
And those who see them, hearts grown wide,
Will know the old ones never died

🎨 Art by Serin Alar
🖊Poem: Piahn