to the forest floor, illuminating the foliage,
there within to a golden green.
Butterflies and other tiny insects flickering,
in the sunlight, a dazzling array of beautiful colors,
like snowflakes on a winter's day.
Golds, blues, and silvers on the tall fronds of grass,
swaying in a gentle breeze,
is where you will find the fair maiden,
of the enchanted forest fine, where
A daydreamer's delight spends the day.
Who was this queen of the enchanted forest?
I will never know.
Was she but a dream?
I will never know.
Where will she be when I awaken?
I will never know.
I only wish to live the dream.
but for one moment, to be an eternity,
in this enchanted place.
The lady spreads her wings of brilliant blue.
As the wind came, and suddenly,
the leaves whirled all about.
I did not want the fair lady to leave.
I thought as the leaves whirled around me,
ruffling my hair loosely,
there are times when one feels
the kinship with nature and beast,
never wanting to leave,
the warmth of nature's embrace.
The memories fill the heart,
with the longing to be one,
with nature's enchanted wonderland.
Nature's creatures now sitting,
at the edge of the forest,
a wonderous image, indeed,
of the harmony of nature.
The maiden of the forest beckons me to follow.
As I spread my wings of silver light
It is late, and fall is near.
As I watch the summer blossoms trembling in the wind,
then wilt and die, and gone are the butterflies and birds.
As I am being lifted aloft
I follow the fair maiden of the forest.
Through the silver-lined clouds
Into the golden sunlight.
As wonderous as the images they bring.
This is where I must bid goodbye.
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