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.
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...
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.
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,
Welcome to the woods where magic grows.
Glisten serenely under trees that glow;
Surrounded by greenery with food to offer,
Welcome to the woods where magic grows.
Eve Estelle
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