Mystery Wood. (Kids Stuff)

The many silvered sky shines through the evening dusk like silent threads of gossamer tied with the sweet owls cusp. The happy moon in brightness craves the owl to spread her wings and glide in heavens shadows while the woodland faerie sings. The trees in moonlight shafts, glow, half lit and chilled, while she, entranced and barefoot walks within them, thrilled. In cool acceptance, mistily the magical, mystery wood displays its wondrous spectres in a secret starlit mood. And when the morning breaks sweet birdsong fills the air, magic of another kind carries nature's spirits there. Waf