The last bit of moonlight <br />left hanging lightly <br />on the tops of the trees <br />was blown away <br />by dawn's early breath. <br /> <br />The palest streaks of light <br />peeking over the clouds, <br />sparkled brightly <br />on the dew shrouded <br />carpet of grass, <br /> <br />and brought a touch <br />of palest morning light <br />to the dark world <br />where the little people live, <br />under the rose bush.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-people-2/
