Quiet Forest
In a strange town, with strange plants,
sit I, on an old brown fence.
The light would show, if it had a chance,
but alas, the darkness is too dense.
Giant creatures fly overhead,
on this dark day, of a medieval place.
This forest teeming, but in silence, dead,
the trees so thick there's no time, nor space.
But now, there can be heard a faint tune,
coming from every direction, to my ears.
This quiet song, to the beautiful moon,
carries me deeper, despite my fears.
Into the brush, I timidly creep,
the sounds get louder, the image clear.
A giant lily, holds the answers I seek,
the air gets heavy, and filled with cheer.
After climbing the lily, I reach the top,
and playing the tune, is a plump little troll.
Seeing this sight, I suddenly stop,
happiness penetrates to my heart and soul.
This little man, caused me to smile,
I decide to sit, and enjoy the sound.
The dark starts to fade, after awhile,
as if it seeped, into the ground.
10/26/09
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