The Enchanted Forest

Beyond half-walked paths and insurmountable walls, An emerging forest, bathed in ethereal light, Nature’s harmony resounds in soft chirps and bird calls. The traveler, weary, is enchanted by the sight, There is no turning back, compelled by the unseen, An emerging forest, bathed in ethereal light. Dappled flowers bloom, fantastical and serene, Time is still, and the sun casts no shadows, There is no turning back, compelled by the unseen. The flora does not fade, it only flourishes and grows, and for a moment, enveloped in inner peace, Time is still, and the sun casts no shadows. In the woods, the traveler sleeps, covered by fleece, Made of joy, tranquility, and blissful thought, And for a moment, enveloped in a warm, inner peace. For the weary traveler, where calm is sought, The enchanted forest is only a transient resting place, Made of joy, tranquility, and blissful thought, As each wall must be scaled and each path eventually faced.