The sky-blue river

Sunlight filters through to blossom trees,
that dangle over the muddy river's froth.
A calm meadow that sets you free,
with peculiar echoes of moths.
Silence is now growing,
as a creature descends,
into the sky-blue river.
For a moment the ripple has unfurled,
a reflection in the water showing,
the true colours of this world.
Moonlight flitters onto a blossom sapling,
who waves over the clear river's froth.
The scented breeze lifting the wings,
of fairies and majestic moths.