The luscious moonlight
Drifts over the virgin snow
And leaves
Shadows
In its dust
As an abandoned swingset
Stands stiff
In the negative
Cascade of wind.
The majestic trees
Layered with angelic white
Unnecessarily
Crouch and cower
In the long after twilight darkness.
Their haunting and taunting
Branches
Linger without reason.
The magnificent
Light of the night
Creates the elegance
Of the nervous trees
And encourages them
To swoop into the sky.
The child
Whose soul never sleeps
Watches and listens
Intently
On nature's silent conversation.
The child is intruigued
By its expressionless
Emotion
And its universal
Power.
The child dreams of becoming a part
Of the unknown excitement
And desparetaly hopes
That the magic
And the mystery
Will never die.