I know a boy who once howled at the moon,

The moon asked the boy what it was that made him cry at her,

He explained the pain that aches deep beneath his bones,

As if the words of every person he loved and betrayed him had left permanent wounds,

And how he felt he could no longer trust anyone,

Shutting the world out no matter how much one tries to prove they care,

The moon stared down at the young boy and shed a tear,

Then she asked, “well what has your pain taught you?”

The boy replied that he had learned many things, good and bad, but he found it incredibly difficult to let anyone in,

“There is not a single light in your life that showed they cared?” The moon asked,

The boy replied he thought there was one but the light had begun to dim,

The moon sighed and asked “how will you ever know if you don’t let them try?”

Yet, the boy turned away and faded into the black and began to howl again,

The moon began to sing her song,

One of love,

One of light,

One of trust,

The words danced around the night air and the world began to come to life,

Lightning bugs danced around the valley,

Fairies laughed as they played hide and seek in the trees,

The wind hummed the melody of the moon,

The air was warm and all felt calm,

Peace began to flood the boy,

He turned back to face the moon and smiled,

It had been a while since anyone could do that for him,

He began to hum the tune and dance along with the lightening bugs,

Making room in his heart for a light he once knew.