Whispers in the moonlight

Amidst the tranquil moonlit night, the forest murmured secrets. The leaves rustled in hushed conversation, the shadows in exuberance darting from trunk to trunk, languishing wherever the moonlight was absent. Shreds of darkness form an eclectic collection of silhouettes, dusting the trail with beasts yet to be chartered by man. The haunting howls of owls enchant the night sending animals bolting frantically into the undergrowth, their rough countenances illuminated by the eerie glow of nocturnal fungi, ignited by the moon's touch. In this hostile ambience, a petal of purity ripens in to fruition. A figure in a dove white cloak amongst the silvery darkness, beneath the skies, beneath the trees dancing and fluttering in a hidden breeze.