A Nightingale sings as the light
From the moon shimmers,
Singing its song of peace.
The shadows of the trees stretch out
Their limbs to shelter the tiniest of footprints
As the snow gently falls.
Seeds from the mountains
Are carried gently on their wings,
And into each footprint they are placed,
Waiting for a miracle…
A magic drop of rainbow Water
To grow the seeds to life.
Thanks for the fairy sonnets, Carol…as you know,
A Faery Story is now officially online…Me (editor) : )