What Bliss May Come . . .

With breathless anticipation I watch as the old oaks dance I peel my eyes to scrutinize the shimmering fairies as they prance Clandestinely I survey the elves so intense in their impish play Oh! what heaven I behold in these covert encounters so gay The stars wink in disbelief at this unforgettable dewy delight I furtively drink in the animation exhilarated with this spectacular sight The air is pregnant with expectancy beyond compare Unicorns capricious in their play ignite the mystical air Enticing, appealing and enchanting, sentient with undulating movement Exquisitely provoking fantasmical conjoured images and masterful events Ah! What an enthralling menagerie of fabulous cuisine What absolute thrill to pass life in bliss so serene