The moon,  the star, the tree and me,

 

The moon, the star, the tree and me,
Once upon a time it was simple poetry,
Not today, but one night
Last summer when I parked the car,
I saw the moon,  it had been following,
It tucked itself under a tree
That stood watching, and the star;
My deity supreme,
I cannot speak of my pain, only
The moon,  the star, the tree, and me.