Aurora Winning Entry

Rays of sun filtered down through the treetops,
Igniting the leaves in a golden fire,
Burning silently and embracing the delicate fruit,
Encouraging it to grow,

The touch of a light breeze,
As it swoops out from beneath a leathery wing,
Sudden weight causing the branch to dip in a low bow,
The leaves applauding amongst themselves,

A single delicate foot reaching out,
Enfolding the fruit in its grasp,

And the branch standing tall once more,
The leaves bouncing in excitement,
As the frodrinn lifts off from the tree,
The sweet taste of summer in its jaws.