Spanish Moss (something I wrote a long time ago)

I grew up in a town of 200 people
and I think it gave me a lot
because when I looked up at the sky
I saw spanish moss in the moonlight
and more stars than any man could count
and when I looked down on the ground
I saw real dirt
it showed me what the world is
and I took it in
and to this day the feeling
of thinking of those days past
makes my heart beat deep and slow
like a beast in the woods
and even though I doubt god
I think he might be there
in those woods
and in that dirt
and in that sky
framed by spanish moss in the moonlight