The forest is silent.
No sounds arise in the gentle air,
Except for the occasional scuttle
Of an unseen creature
Finding its way to home.
The leaves sway softly in the moonlight.
Running water glows obsidian as it trickles away.
Crickets sing their nighttime song.
Every once in a while, a distant bird calls to its companion.
As the moon crests at twilight,
There is a sudden explosion.
Thousands upon thousands of butterflies erupt,
Filling the air with their moonlit wings,
Swirling around the trees in an endless stream of color,
Leaving the forest behind
In a cloud of blue breath.
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
