Lightly,
Softly,
Like a mouse do I creep
Out the back door of my sleeping house,
Stepping out into a brilliant autumn world.
The land is shrouded
In silver mist,
That darts
- Phantomwise -
Through the dew laden flora,
Shying away from the sun
As wraiths tend to do.
So softly do I step through the emerald fern
Under Owl’s shadow
As he glides over my head
On silent wing,
Then lights on a branch
To stare solemnly at my wand’ring figure.
I make my way along hidden paths,
Serenaded by Songbird’s trill,
And dazzled by the trees’ fiery tresses
That swirl around me
With every errant breeze.
I perch on a stump
And close my eyes,
Feeling every sensation,
Drinking in my surroundings,
Until blissful euphoria overtakes me,
And I simply - melt away -
Into the forest’s morning glory.
Author notes
about a morning walk i took in the woods.
its actually taken from a paper i wrote for my english class.
Written June 4th, 2006
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Brilliant!
Oh my sweet bajeebas... This is AWESOME! I love all the references to nature (being a wood, there was always bound to be some, but you know...) and being a fan of the Romantics, it really made me enjoy it that whole lot more. You have a way with words, my friend, and a talent to match. Goin' on my favourites
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