Three Oaks Banquet Scrapbooking

A fine mist rolled across the ground
And in the hollows lay down to sleep;
Later, diamond dew drops were found,
Jewels no crown nor ring could keep.
The air was silent as a star
The cerulean sky, a cradle cover;
Clouds hung wispy, low and far,
Hugging the trees they huddled over.

Out of the treetops birdsong broke,
A trumpet call to herald dawn.
Sleepy eyed wild creatures woke,
And the spell that held the night was gone.
The crescent moon cradled Venus in arc,
Until both were diffused by rays
That shed their light in places dark,
And made all nightmares drift away.