The Diona Story
Follow their flight through the dotted path of
daffodils and dandelions that somehow
flourish in the snowy fields.
The landscape is covered with a deep blanket of powdery snowflakes.
A light breeze touches your cheeks and lips.
The gently swaying golden hair like shafts of wheat and wildflowers stretches out as far as the eye can see.
The moon covers the horizon, haloing the brilliantly gilded fluttering wings of the many dancing butterflies.
A dream, perhaps, but Diona is for dreamers and believers.
A sweet reverie,
a soft gentle lullaby,
dancing with Diona…