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A Forest Lullaby.....





Sleepy heads and sleepy limbs,
speak soft, the fall of night.

Darkened quilts of nighttime sky,
coax from the world, all fight.

Shall I sing a melody?
the night wind whispers soft.

Or, read a cozy bedtime tale?
on branches, high aloft,

the fairies perch on shivering twigs,
their hands caress the leaves.

The trembles still in peaceful night,
Sleep well, oh mighty trees!

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  1. This is just so lovely and peaceful! Thank you for sharing!

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  2. Very nice: "Darkened quilts of nighttime sky" A+

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  3. i like the idea of tress sleeping!
    Very clever little poem.
    Jamie.

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  4. dark take,
    very haunting and beautiful imagery.

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  5. it is cool to see the tree as still and sleeping,
    offering it life and feelings is a way to make the story interesting.

    fantastic write.

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  6. "Sleep well, oh mighty trees!" Wow, the fairies' lullaby to the trees. Beautiful!

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  7. Such a lovely, peaceful piece. laurie @

    http://dealingwithmyinnercritic.blogspot.com/

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  8. You are a very talented poet.
    If I were to describe this poem in one word--It'd be 'cool',for that's what I felt when I thought about night.

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  9. You are a very talented poet.
    If I were to describe this poem in one word--It'd be 'cool',for that's what I felt when I thought about night.
    :-)
    LOL,my comment above didnt come correctly.As in,not with the right username i have.

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  10. Wow! Lovely imagination..really enjoyed it so much..Thanks for share...

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  11. very unique take,
    it is nice to think of tres as something that resemble human behaviors.

    Cheers,

    fantastic story.

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