Heavenly Creature

She woke up on a silent night
She heard the whole house sleeping tight
Silently she climbed out in the open air
As an owl howled she quivered with fear
A silent scream no one could hear

With bare feet she started running away
From the house from the fear - she could not stay
Through the woods, in a dress of silk, so thin
She ran away where she had never ever been

The wild roses reached out for her with their thorned branches
Thin streams of blood ran down her ankles
She ran and from her eyes the salt tears dropped
She did not care about the pain, but then suddenly she stopped

She gasped for air and stood completely still
Unable to move or think until
The cool wind whistled and it said
With a gentle voice inside her head
«You will not hear any more lies
You beautiful creature , this is your paradise»

She walked out from the trees and was filled with delight
A beautiful field , engulfed by moonlight
The flowers were moonlit silver shining
They were opened, they weren't from the night hiding
The wind whispered: «It is not what it seems
The Moonflowers are your hopes, wishes and dreams»

She walked happy among the dreams she once had
But among the new ones she went sad
When she saw the silver flowers embrace
Half a tree, all bare, taken away was its grace
It stood there facing her in grief
She felt a sadness beyond belief

She went right to it and put her arms all around:
«You're the most beautiful tree, I've ever found»
She leaned her back against it and laid her head on its top,
facing the starry sky
«Oh, little tree, how I wish I could fly!
Look at the stars little tree,
please tell me, don't you also see
Your reflection in the stars,
Look they take away all scars!»

And as her golden hair, touched the tree
The old wood began to see
Such a beautiful moonlit world
All awakened by this heavenly girl
In the twilight she stood there with the tree under her head
She closed her eyes, opened them and found herself back in her bed

She cried silently «Nothing is what it seems»
She went up and to the window «It was all in my dreams»
Her eyes did not want to see
But then she gasped, she stared, outside her window stood half a tree
But there was no sadness or no grief
But on it was a branch with a tiny, green leaf

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