The silent children nod their heads as it approaches,
jumping from the thin branches to hitch a ride on its reaching antlers.
Green spreads from each step it takes, vines spiralling
into unicorn horn points to warn off man
if he should venture too close to the gateway.
It kisses the flowers in the mushroom ring
when the moon spills down, greets the waiting oak,
and passes through with its precious cargo safe and free.