A clear night, I sit alone in the canyon,looking upward through pine trees so tall...the bright glow of the moon shines through, creating shadows as the light scatters through the limbs.Turning down my latern, I sit in awe...as the shadows form around me, each unique in its own way.As if the moon was sending them to me.Watching as they dance through the trees, I cannot stop myself from smiling, as I watch the shadows dance in and out... from behind the trees they come.For what seems like hours I watch, as the moon moves slowly across the sky.Directing its shadow dancers...as they put on their show for me.Watching as the shadows fade, I become sad to see the moon setting lower. Yet, joyful for seeing the shadow dancers...smiling as they peacefully go.Until another night my dancing friends...when the moon again will put on its show. I will wait to see you appear again...wait for the mystical shadow dance to begin.copywrite 6/12/03