Azure fantasy in soft flowing shrouds,
dances in forests with translucent clouds.
A ballet on boughs, upon tippy-toe,
swaying with breezes as air currents flow.
Silently tracing the moon's lustrous bands,
halos were touched and caressed with my hands.
A feel of weightlessness fills up my mind,
portraits so beautious, seen by the blind.
The moon and nightingale whisper a song,
they alone know it, yet I hum along.
Keeping in sync with the birds and the bees,
and all the critters who live with the trees.
Gooseberry flowers with pinkish flushed bloom,
bursts open, releasing, springtime's perfume.
High on a limb the owl watches and swoons,
as gooseberry’s scent, is roped by the moon.
Dewdroping kisses were forming in drips,
a refreshing bath that dampened my lips.
A liquid elixir drank by the gods,
how lucky was I and what were the odds?
There... caught on a web, the moon as a prize,
a spider just can’t, believe his own eyes.
I’m sure that he thought he’d caught a great meal,
he will be sad when he finds it’s unreal.
While in a forest just open your mind,
be sharp and alert and always be kind.
Treasures you’ll find there far deep in the woods,
could last forever and very well should.
~*~
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Dee
Thank you so very much for your lovely cmment and applause, I appreciate it very much
Thanks for entering and best of luck 
Belle
Good luck in the contest 
