A Mystery

The star spread its light
Amongst the towering peaks
Beings of great size took flight
For I know of what I speak

Great awnings of light beamed
and tumbled heavily
so triumphant it seemed
as far as I could see

Creatures moved, great strides they took
Laughing as the light did pass
And their silken hair so shook
As it slithered along the grass.

Many colours tore at my eyes,
Ranging through strange spectrums
Like nature's many generous dyes,
Which the harp of colours so gently strums.

I was light and without touch,
Nothing could I tightly hold,
I grasped, but nothing could I clutch
A mystery deceiving but not untold.