There was a hush over the land
not even a blade of grass stirred.
The sun beamed down in delight
and flowers opened their petals.
The lake sparkled and shone
its waves lapping the shore.
The odd fish leapt up at flies
then swiftly sunk back down.
The forest trees seemed to part
leaving a faint winding path.
Then into the shady clearing
she daintily stepped out.
As she appeared a ripple,
a ripple of excitement.
Gleaming coat of silver
as the sun highted her.
She stood there poised
as her ears flicked listening.
A sculpture of beauty
with rippling muscles.
It was that most elusive creature
with a spiral horn in her head.
That gracefully walked to drink
when done she faded into shadow
Once more the forest came alive
on the ground a silver hair
giving proof to the legend
that indeed Unicorns still live.
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