winter wonderland.

Beneath the tree's imbedded in snow,
Flaking's beautiful bare,
A fragile soul sits fair,
Tiniest songs into the moon light,
Humming a peaceful harmony,
a picturesque delight ,
Wings of gossamer upright,
Sawing together string by string,
Webs of pearls Devine,
Amongst the very leaves entwined,
Showering snow fall,
Winter wonderland in flight,
Weaving away in happiness,
Designing winter in the silence of night ,
Her echoing song the only sound abound,
Except a tweet or two,
As mother birds,
settle their young,
within the roof's of the tree's,
Singing a peaceful lullaby's rest,
A trinket around,
the fairest souls chest,
Does fondly twinkle well,
A sleepy entrancement a nightmares vanishings spell,
As little children in the village,
Sleep soundly through the night,
She keeps they dreams a Bay,
Takes nightmare's in their flight,
As sun begins to dawn,
The small and fragile soul,
sounds a fairy yawn,
Its time now for her to rest,
With the twinkling of the rise,
of golden yellows flair ,
She close's her weary eyes,
To rest,
All the children wake to see winter wonderland at it's best,
Playing happily in the snow,
And how winter appeared,
In the middle of the night,
No one really knows.