Poem: "Enchanted Woods"

Enchanted Woods

By: Eve Estelle

The tales tell of the strangest things,

But I hear only the soothing sounds -

Bewitched by the songs the forest sings,

I've crossed onto its hallowed grounds.

Caressed by the whispers,

The rustling leaves;

The clinking cones among the pines,

The scent of the forest upon the breeze;

But pass the barrier of in-between,

And strange things happen -

A change of scene...

Fireflies of gold - they hover and drift,

Creatures emerge, they shimmer and shift;

Resembling the old, but so different and bold,

The forest reveals its gift.

Distant pools of brilliant blue water

Glisten serenely under trees that glow;

Surrounded by greenery with food to offer,

Be welcome in the woods where magics flow.