Shadows Of The Moonlight…
The moonlight filters through,
The dancing leaves of the trees,
Painting silver shadows,
On the green meadows.
Beautiful comforting shades,
With streaks of silver on blades.
This quiet descent from heaven,
Made the birds sing their first dew song.
The silver shadows with melody in the air,
An unusual phenomena and a glory very rare…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag