The Enchanted Forest

By EDITH GARCIA

Artist Seb McKinnon

The forest looked weird and gloomy,

Beneath the dark sky and eerie moon;

And the trees swayed rhythmically to and fro,

To the flautist's haunting tune.

The flautist sat on the forest's ferny floor,

Like a strange shaped silhouette;

And the notes that he played so melodiously,

Were the sweetest that I've heard yet.

Then a figure emerged from the shadows,

It was a woodland sprite;

And she began to sing and dance to the music,

In her flowing gown of white.

The sprites singing was exquisite,

The sound of the flute divine;

And they blended precisely together,

In perfect harmony and time.

Then the forest was plunged into darkness,

The dismal moon no longer shone;

And there was only the rustling of the trees,

Because the flautist and sprite had gone.