
By the light of the moon
by the light of a star
she traveled all night
from near to far
searching for the crimson glade
she walked the night through
but she was not afraid
for when the sun broke through
with it’s dazzling light
before her eyes lay a magical sight
bright crimson ferns covered
the forest floor and a tiny pine
where there was none before
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This post inspired by Crimsons-creative-challenge #212
Til next time ~See the magic ~JP
A beautiful take JP
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Thank you Sadje, I adore tiny pines. Just knowing that they may one day become a towering giant to tell the forest’s history. 🙂
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Absolutely right. You’re welcome
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Oooh, that just sent shivers through me. Beautiful 😊 😊 😊
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