Friday Poetry ~ The Forest

 

Misty 3

THE FOREST

Leaves wander restlessly

As they swirl

And fall to the ground

The trees speak

And groan as their boughs

Bend gently in the wind

While the sun dapples through the mist

Coaxing Faeries

From their mushroom huts

Wood nymphs scamper

Fireflies slumber

And Harmony dances

With all creatures

Magic glides through the foliage

Around and about

In sweeping circles

Touching the tip

Of all that lives

In this

The lush green Forest