Enchantress of the Woods

I heard the chanting but thought it was drumming Was it the trees? My ears perked up a bit higher. I wanted to know who or what was in the woods. It was an enchantress, lost in a song of her creation. She saw me not, as she wandered past, making music. I am not magical, but I recognize mysticism when I hear it. Melodic notes amazed me with her cosmic connection. The woods seemed more alive than ever; she was a keeper.