Moo, Shipoopi, and Shoopuf

Strawberries and jumping ducklings... The violet weather paints us a picture... Underneath that wayward moon, near the observant pond, in the quiet, slightly lit park. Spirits are soaring tonight, just to personally meet that welcoming moon and tell the tales of unbreakable bonds. The newly bloomed flowers stretch towards the meeting, cheering on the stories. The clouds retreat, opening up a full view. Brilliance spreads about the silence. Shining and smiling, the moon reaches the depths of the passing observers' hearts. The world suddenly yet slowly rises to watch. Surrounding the moon, as if in a halo. Not even the playful winds make a sound. Ribbons of grass and water gather to speculate. Hand in hand, the night sky... One piece of the puzzle complete. Like a scarf, sooth and comfort. Tears, salty but sweet. The sun gives mercy and steps away from the endless night. The sight beheld above that night sky embroiders a feeling upon a soul. O'er the horizon... within spring's arrival.... love... awaits...