On a crispy cool moonlit winter's night.
The sky full of stars standing still.
Shooting here, falling there, what a sight
A breeze of clean clear air, you feel a chill
In a second your spine twinges, you suddenly shiver
Pebbles clicking as the lucid water passes through the river.
The wind is rustling through the trees.
Suddenly it brushes your face as it passes by
It feels just like a whisper in a breeze.
"Suddenly it can be whisked away" In the blink of an eye.

Debbie Warford
  Submitted By: Deborah Ann Warford