Goodnight

Fragile twigs gently bend holding new blossoms waiting for spring, they listen to the song of winter passing. As the song of spring rises the twigs from a strong oak tree perfectly form a picture frame of hazy mountains. Darkness tiptoes from above, the weight above pushing the golden topaz rhythmically and gently down, golden topaz gives one last effort and dances with the heavy darkness; swirls of moonstone and amethyst glow then turn violet; onyx wins and all that peeks through the frame are shadows of the perfectly formed mountain outlines, the moon hummmms and a heavy trance follows, the powerful magic rays sedate, not even the strong oak fights... everything is silent and peaceful