38: Moonlit Snow

Shining stars do tell, Will you grant my wish as well? Well into the night Will those droplets take flight? Flight, what a funny word, As if nature's set to a single course. Coursing through the clouds, Please will you let it fill those boughs? Boughs to be laden down, It's a hope for when tomorrow comes 'round. Round are my eyes wishing a hope, Will tonight bring about that moonlit snow?