It was a dark and clear summer night.

The air, cool from the afternoon showers.

She walked in silence,

her bare feet relishing the feel

of the wet grass

as she walked in the open field.

Only the sound of crickets

and of the deer and rabbit

in the far off wood

could be heard.

Lying down upon the grass,

she stared at the bright moon.

Taking a few deep breaths,

She sang.

She sang songs from the radio

and practiced her choir pieces.

She sang alone,

in the dark moon-lit field,

to the animals

and to the moon.

Here she could not be criticized

by her siblings.

Here, she could sing

with all her heart.

Here, she sings

with the blessings

of her grandmother

- a woman named Luna.