Moonlight

The stars twinkled overhead, their shapes distant friends that no one has ever met. They swung around, making room for the full moon in the distance, watching over it all with a keen eye and a proud grin. 

The moon watched the trees sway in the wind, the leaves making the soft sound they are known for. The branches swayed with the wind, rocking back and forth to their own lullaby. Each tree was a different lullaby, together making a masterpiece every orchestra dreams of being able to master. 

The grass swayed to the nonexistent beat of the piece, keeping time as if it was a metronome. The grass was its audience, watching and swaying with every stroke of the wind. 

The stars watched overhead as the wind picked up, bringing the piece to its highest point. The trees swang back and forth in the wind, throwing their entire lives into the piece. The grass swayed along just as much as they always did, keeping the beat as perfectly as before. The moon sat proudly on its perch, conducting the entire orchestra from 200,000 miles away. 

As soon as it had started, the wind stopped. A stillness fell over the clearing. The trees fell back to their normal statuesque ways, the grass stopped swaying with the tempo, and the leaves stopped swishing together. The piece they had performed was over. 

The moon still sat in the sky, the stars quiet beside it. It watched as everything stilled, being a reminder of the beautiful orchestral composition it conducted. 

And just like that, everything was back to the way it seemed before.