Liquid Silver
Amidst the moonlit hours
Sounds the rushing cascade
As the clouds begin to break
Reflects the silver parade
Fountains splinter into pearls
To crash upon rocks edge
Then sprays the liquid silver
To give a harmonic pledge
Flowing as a water weave
Mirroring the former stream
Washing over pebbles beneath
Polished enough to gleam
Liquid silver turns into gold
As the sun begins to rise
And the creatures wake to bathe
Beneath the shimmering skies
