This Girl and The Wishing Tree

My umbrella i flung open
Not one thats black
Or brightly coloured,
deserving attention.
But delicately Grey.

I pranced gracefully,
through falling snow,
partnering these glittering dews,
under a million eyes.

And hummed a tune,
of a lullaby,
to the midnight sky.

Stopping dead in my tracks
i gasped at the sight.

There stood the wishing tree
weeping through the rain.

I clambered over,
and wrapped an arm
around its thick old trunk.

dont worry now..I'll take you home..