Carolina Bay

Enveloped in primitive mystery, Its natal hour only God knows, Withholding much of its rich history, Beneath ceaseless caws of winged crows. Primeval home of diversified plants, Laced with Spanish moss-covered trees, Ancient stage of ecstatic cosmic dance, With the finesse of flying trapeze. Wildlife sounds echo off nocturnal sky, Reptilian and mammal zoo, Fowl in choreographed formation fly, Seasons clothed in glorious hue. A Carolina Bay, marvelous sight, Elliptical dent in the ground, Cradle of flora and fauna delight, Terra firma’s majestic crown. Where the mighty wind blows aloof of time, Shaking thousands of swaying trees, Their foliage writing syllabic rhyme, Composing a grand symphony.