Stood cap in hand, his woodsman's clothes ragged and

Patched in many places.

His earnest face bore a humble look about it as he

Nervously stood by the town fountain staring at the man

Who was seated upon the edge of the structure.

The black garbed figure looked up at the man and saw

The humble look of the man and heard the simpleness

of His request, for the woodsman spoke from the heart,

Pureness of love and depth of caring, did the garbed

Figure see in the man.

Friend tis but a simple boon ye ask, for tis of love and

Kindness, indeed, my friend, yea, I will fulfil your wish

The woodsman's eyes shone with tears as his hearts

Are welcome to anything that I own kind sir.

The journey took the best part of a half days walk from

The town square, and for much of the way, the Dream

Weaver and the woodsman spoke about things in the

World and the ways of life to be found.

They neared the clearing where the woodsman's hut was

To be found and the woodsman fell quiet, the sounds of

Their footsteps the only noise to be heard in the clearing

The hut was nothing grand, by the standards of the

Woodland folk; it was a comfortable little home for the

Man, his wife and their young daughter.

Inside the hut, the woodsman sits at a simple oak table

With his wife as the Dream Weaver drank from a

Cup and spoke with the man and woman about the

Woodsman’s simple request.

Great feat to do, and I seek no great fee for this,

Your offer of a meal to ate and a simple bed to rest is a

Blessing for me, for many times I have slept in woods

The man and wife hugged with simple love and

affection And spoke,

You Dream Weaver and tis a blessing for our

After suns down, a simple, filling meal eaten by all

Dream weaver, man, wife and daughter sat by the fires

Side, flames jumping into the air from the small pile of

Burning logs and embers.

To many, I am the dream weaver, a weaver of words

And enchantment, yet few knew me, my name is Poet,

And I am merely a simple man with simple gifts and a

Love of the magic that I weave for all.

And tonight, for you, I will, again, weave the simple

Magic of words and enchantment once more.

Looking around the small cabin, Poet saw a simple

Mirror and a few other items he felt would serve well in

his Story for the couple’s young daughter.

Sitting down by the fire again, poet smiled at the young

Lady seated there, she was a dear young lady of a kind

Heart and beautiful nature, long hair and a soft smile

A friend to many, she was well liked and welcomed into

Many a house and home.

Once in a lifetime, the angels seek to bless a simple

Hearted person, somebody who has the truth of words,

Pureness of love, tis no great person of importance, they

Seek, for nay money nor power is the true nature of a

Person, nor is it the true light that shines from all.

Many angels travel the land to seek out such a person

And one day they found a person, a simple and pure

Young lady, who sought only the pure light of open

hearts And honest words, whose beauty was not hidden,

just not Seen, for others are blind to her true blessings.

Reaching out, poet took the mirror and sitting it on his

Where the young lady could stare into it at her reflection

He then held out a hairbrush for her to brush her hair.

Now this special lady, the angels found one day, quietly

Doing what she was best at, sharing her simple gifts with

Others and bring a ray of light to the many that had

none, touching their lives.

And now, these angels watched as she went about her

Way, taking note of the little things that were done for

Others and the joy she brought.

Tis the one, the angels spoke, tis the one we seek, call

For the one of gifts and words and out went the call

Across the land for the one with gifts, a wanderer of

sorts Whose simple role in life, was to bring out the true

beauty Of the person with his special gifts, much the

same way The beauty of life is found by seeing the

simple things that Shine through.

lightly scented oil which he handed to the lady by the fire

and watched as she daubed a drop or two on her finger

and then rubbed it round her neck, smiling softly.

And this one with gifts would come to this person that

the angels had chosen, and would see her true nature

shine through, and he would start to weave the magic to

help the person shine with bright light and love.

The stars, he would call down from the night sky til they

shone in her eyes and the light of the sun would shine in

her smile.

The mists of morning would be the cloaks of her love

and the scent of the flowers her perfume, the leaves of

the trees would clothe her.

Tears of the angels shall be the water in which she

bathes and the softness of their wings, the texture of her

skin.

Poet wove his tale into the night till one by one, the

woodsman, his wife and daughter fell to sleep, leaving

the poet to sit staring into the fire.

Twas the next morning, that the woodsman saw the

dreamweavers simple words had changed their daughter,

for when she rose that morning, the light was awesome

to see, shining brightly from the depths of her being.

Poet smiled to himself as he walked through the trees,

for the story was so simple, yet contained such truth.

The angels are our true friends, the ones who really care

about us, everyday people, and the mirror is the way we

see us, Nature is the way we live, full of growth as

spring, in the heat of the moment of summer, dying grace

of autumn, or maybe the cold and quiet of winter.

The rage of the storm, the tears of the rain, the glow of

the sunlight or the darkness of a cloudy day.

given a chance, our true friends can help us see the

hidden beauty and light in all of nature, for we are like

nature, with a hidden beauty and love.

let it shine, my friends, let your nature shine through.

who is the poet???? the poet is the one who weaves the

magic, who says I love you and makes you feel you are

the only person in the world loved that much.

the poet is the part of you that can change  lives 

with a few kind and caring words.

the poet is the magic of your love weaving a magic spell

for the people you care about