In The Wood

Slipping through the moss and rocks, the peaceful stream meandered. A strange forest this was. All sorts of creatures galumphed and lilted about in the way they saw most fit. A Hufflegrump sat upon a stump and grumbled about the weather.

"Bound to rain! Cold and shivery it'll make my corner of the wood. Most unpleasant if I do say so myself! Never a spot of sunshine on my bank!"

A quiet raccoon chittered and chattered about the cleanliness of his next meal.

"Not a spot. No indeed. Nimbly and surely I will rid it of all impurities, be it a fish or berries of sweet nectar. Fit for any woodland fairy or nymph of graceful steps and jingling songs to eat without fear."

Such a fairy was just around the bend where she skipped about on flits and waves of water in her crystal slippers. When the sun graced her wings, a rainbow was sent down to where the minnows scurried to taste the light. Laughing in carefree glee, she stopped to send a perfect leaf down the stream to grace the eyes of any who might pass by.

"May ye that sees thee be blessed by such a sight. Peace be with thee my darling vessel of green. Float on now, and see the world as the water carries you away into the concealed."

Obeying its graceful master, the leaf sped off with a vengeance to discover the untold of which the fairy spoke. At first, there was nothing of consequence. A fallen log there, a doe and her fawn cooling their throats with the sparkling water, a Shadrow spinning a chord of gold to string among the stars when night falls. There came a few drops and bobs frightening the little leaf, but it kept on in anticipation for the promise of untold treasures of knowledge and experiences unbound.

 Upon the fall of night, the choir of crickets began in chorus their nightly tune. The moon shone sheets of satin light to all the nocturn creatures astir. The nymphs of the moon walked about and closed the flowers for their slumber. With tears of diamond they dropped their dew on the meadow grasses new.

Such a lovely sight no man has beheld as that of the nightly dance of the fairy children. With glowing wings and tinkling toes they skip along to a song. The music flowed from the spiders web as the breeze strummed it softly. The hum enchanted by a moonbeam clear, made it loud so all might hear. 

In the diamond dew they the tripped around together, their laughter like bells, their word of sweet honey. Innocence as this is not known in the world of men. 

As the sun mounted its majestic steps to warm the darkened world, the nocturn creatures who were astir join back into the wood. The nymphs lie against the trees and turn into wood alike. When the moon touches them once again, their practice they will echo.