The dodging Moon from high above
sent forth its dreamy glow
a moving silence a glowing Dove.

Light reflected far below
the light so painterly
filtered through the trees long bough.

I held my hands so as to see
through misty leaves I peered
then moving colors brushed by me.

Although I thought perhaps is weird
this display of natures charm
the forest floor was alive I feared

but meant no present harm
when tender Faeries brushed by my arm.



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