To Be Or Not To Be

From behind the cloud and
Out of sights, dims a moonlight
Emitting shimmery glow
Upon the droplet dews
That lays upon grasses
The song of crickets are playing
I tilted my head high
As silver-lining clouds dance and
Rolled by, letting the moonlight
Emits it's magical specks of
The moonlight's glow

I sprang along
The freshly wet grasses
Spreading out my arms and fingers
Pour, rain, pour
I scream, so rain could hide my tears
Dance with me, Man of the moon
Dance with me, Mother of nature
I cried, as I try to spread my wings
I must be free, I must soar
For if I cannot fly,
I will crash and burn

Trees swaying as if
Mother of nature heard my cry
Moon glows radiantly warm as if
Man of the moon tries to soothes pain
Nightingale's song carried over
By the wind, blowing backward
I could hear wind's gentle cry
For I try to sing to heart's consent
And if my heart is not contented
I will lose my 'voice'
For a heart is my voice