Under the moonlight
Out in the night breezes
she wanders alone.
Letting nature cleanse her soul.

Her face tilted to the stars.
Moonbeams lighting up her face.
She turns to face the winds of change.
Letting them take away the pain.

The quiet sounds of the night,
wash over her troubled soul.
The cry of the lone wolf,
The rustle of tree leaves.

Mother Nature comes to her aide,
Comforting her, cradling her.
She shivers at the chill of the night.
Gazes around at the tranquility.

Tomorrow is another day.
Perhaps it will be better than the last.
With a serene smile upon her face.
She turns in for the night.