NIGHT LIGHT... T3M's TOADSTOOL CHALLENGE...

The moonlight fades from flower and tree, 

And the stars dim one by one; 

The tale is told, the song is sung, 

And the Fairy feast is done. 

The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers, 

And sings to them, soft and low. 

The early birds erelong will wake: 

'Tis time for the Elves to go.

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass, 

Unseen by mortal eye, 

And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float 

Through the quiet moonlit sky;-- 

For the stars' soft eyes alone may see, 

And the flowers alone may know, 

The feasts we hold, the tales we tell: 

So 'tis time for the Elves to go.

~

Louisa May Alcott