By LaLa Leo
May 3, 2012 8:38pm CST
'Twas once ago, once winter night. A star blew by in the twilight. The star was beautiful in every way. And the wind sort of whispered to say, "This is my star. Isn't it bright? On this cloudy night in the twilight?" So every winter night in the twilight, I look out into the mist of the night To see the windstar soaring high, To see it every year by and by.