Soft white snow began to fall
And covered the ground where I stood.
I heard a strange and mournful call
Through the hush of the Canadian woods.
Then everything seemed to hold its breath
And time came to a stop.
The world lay still as if in death,
Like a tired and worn out top.
Out from the trees stepped a unicorn
His horn was bathed in frost
He stood like one who'd just been born
Instead of one who's lost.
He realized a door'd been ripped
Between his world and ours;
So back through the veils of time he slipped,
Leaving a single flower.
All good things must come to an end
And time rolled on once more.
We had a glimpse of magic then
Through a crack in a secret door.
But in his tracks the single bloom
Lay red like blood on snow.
Reminding us all to find the room
For belief in our hearts to grow ~ Marilyn Alice Boyle ~
