The Music of the Woods
the moon shin it misty light ever so quiet and peaceful when suddenly a quiver in the bush and a ruffle in the tree out pop a dainty little wood spirit with smooth oak skin and a leaf over it face he take out his little twig fiddle and begin to play the stick flute acorn drum leaf bass and grass trumpet be all member of the little band of plant and the forest be no longer quiet the soft hum come from the little orchestra of the wood fill the air and be hear by all and they continue to play until dawn come the sun come up drench the sky with a golden light the last song end and the little wood spirit put their instrument away and leave only to come back tomorrow after the gold sun sink down below the horizon and a they leave the forest be once again quiet