Shadows and Moonflowers

I sit on my hill
a place to rest
to get away from life
sit in the shadows cast
by the trees
finger the white petals
of a moonflower
at night.

Life is a vortex
of people living
just as you live
and learn to
undersand.

But people don't
understand the
beauty
of a moonflower at night
of a tree topped hill
of the shadows they cast
seperate from the light
by one thin line.