This is another Collage created for the quote Challenge at PaperWhimsy.
Moss by Hilda Conkling
Green velvet to look upon.
Shaped and woven of tiny trees
Soft velvet to make a pillow for the birds
Or flowers when they go to sleep,
Velvet rugs for the footsteps of the wind(Though he leaves no footprints behind him.)
I too have felt that softness:
I have heard the wind pass and return And stoop down to whisper
Among the trees of the moss-forest.