Crescent Moon Leaves Her Footprint

It is a gorgeous still, silent night in Austria. Not like the song, but quieter and meditative. Reverence is here, there is a hush the animals can feel The mountains are settling in to listen to the silence. The crescent winter moon has left her footprint on the snow in the form of a spotlight; barely leaving shadows She is in great form tonight, bringing reverence and awe Not in a show-off way, but in a gentle way. The world must be sleeping; there are no prints in the white blanket. The angels begin to relax, settling down on their clouds. All seems right in this part of the world. The moon has this.