All hushed the trees are waiting,
On tiptoe for the sight
Of moonrise shedding splendor
Across the dusk of night.
Ah, now the moon is risen!
And lo, without a sound
The trees all write their welcome
Far along the ground.
I'm not sure who wrote this poem and a Google search didn't show up much, but it is a favourite of my mom's and the only poem that has ever stuck in my head. I memorized it as a teen and can still recite it word for word.