Each night as the moon begins to shine,
casting mystical light upon the earth,
magical enchantment weaves new birth,
rippling on the land in great design.
Dampened dew forms in crystalline droplets,
misting the tender petals of a silky rose,
opening, essence of beauty to disclose,
as the moonlight cast deep silhouettes.
If you contemplate with the eyes of a child,
you will see a magical fairy blow her wand,
fluttering and whisking mystically beyond,
streaming bubbles float on air so mild.
She is an animated beauty of great delight,
tresses of wet curls flow around her spine,
where tinted gossamer wings brightly shine,
flashing freely in the beauty of the night.
Bubbles land on opened blossom of petals sweet,
Some believe this is how the dew is made,
from her magical wand, drops cascade,
seen only by the childlike elite.
©TinasHeart 02/22/02
