As the orchestra plays Tchaikovsky and Shor
My meadow sleeps,
floating over a lazy subterranean river.
At midnight, the fairies dance
a suite from Nutcracker
They wake the river up.
It surfaces in a gracious crescendo
It spreads its long arms and
hugs my meadow.
The fairies wade happily through the water.
The full moon hangs low over my meadow
as the orchestra starts playing Shor
and the fairies hang their clothes onto trees to dry.
GloPoWriMo Day 16
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