Silver shards glittered in the moonlight

Fallen from the skies of brilliant blue

They shine like tears upon soft cheeks

The soft grasses twirl in the wind around them

And a soft cry of the mighty eagle

Echoes throughout the land

As the stars look down from the heavens

A song erupts from the wind's soft whisper

And all is silent

Except for the sweet singing of the elves

Taking their nightly stroll

Among forests draped in glimmering gold

And dazzling silver