Morning's Quiet Fire SANANGA FLOWER
An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun
up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red
All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim
who loves the pulse of nature and Druid Magic !
Trudging through the forest with a staff in her right hand
made of bark and decorated wood carvings and runes,
she becomes a legendary hero of her time.
Soon as she crosses the magic woods, all good things
come to pass.
Dipping her feet in ochre soil she walks bravely onwards
to her destination, a wizened woman unbaffled by nature
braving the weather, through high winds and storms.
Black spruce, poplars , white pines and sugar maples,
all greet her as she passes by, " Queen Of The Amazon"
they call her, enchantress of SANANGA
Once clear eyed one can never return to a world,
filled with plastic and dying ocean whales...
So over by a running river she sits and waits
for two Titania fairy wings to join her.
Together they sit by the Morning's Quiet Fire,
entrenched in the magic of the woods.
Re-animate as the returning winds of day,
they trade reality for fantasy, then opening a door
they walk through, once more.
The End.
By: Mystic Rose
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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