by just before the sun goes down
the hidden folk start to play
they dance around like flashing stars
in celebration of the end of day
they dance and sing in glee with joy
in anticipation for what comes their way
they love the time of the fading light
and with gratitude they hide away
silence calls just one more time
then the stellar folk fly away
Don’t go into the wood at night…You may not come away….
May not be how it goes but I do remember hearing it.
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That sounds familiar to me, Beverly, but the one I keep thinking of involves ‘today’ and a ‘surprise’! 😀
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Like this !
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Yay! Thanks, Raili.
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Reminds me of what was at the bottom of the garden in my childhood home in Plymouth. I wonder if the houses I made them are still there?!!
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They will be, Becky, although they may be in the next dimension along.
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Aww this is just lovely Tom.
Great photo manipulations too!
~ Cobs. x
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Pleased you enjoyed it, Cobs. It was fun to create.
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Love the colors and bursts of light….Very magical and magic is what gives life its meaning!!! VK 🙂
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So true, VK. It’s the magic that runs through everything that makes the good GREAT!
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Excellent use of words and photography, Tom.
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Thanks, Eugenia. Just a natural progression, I suppose! 😀
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Very cool, Tom – I love the way you played with the photos and words! 🙂
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Thanks, Diane – two of my favourite pastimes!
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Excellent piece Tom and well made!!! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin. I’m pleased that you think so.
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