"Where the Trees Hold the Moon"

In the stillness of night, the redwoods stretch toward the heavens, their branches cradling the moon like a sacred offering. The sky, a deep and infinite blue, hums with the quiet energy of the cosmos, while rust-fire paint flickers like distant memories. Hidden among the shadows, a squirrel lingers—a silent keeper of the forest’s secrets. 
This piece is an ode to the liminal, where glitter becomes starlight, and the boundary between earth and sky dissolves into wonder. 
"Where the trees hold the moon, 
Shadows merge with the infinite, 
And the night hums its quiet tune."