The Enchanted Wood
In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
Lies a mystery, beyond the world's display,
A hidden truth, that beckons us to explore,
A realm of wonder, where secrets whisper, and more.
We gather, lost, without a purpose true,
Breathing, living, yet unsure what to pursue,
The creation story, a mystic, veiled design,
Leaves us questioning, the power that's divine.
I ventured forth, into the wood's dark heart,
A world within a world, where ancient secrets start,
The trees, like sentinels, stood guard with might,
As I discovered beings, transformed, in plain sight.
Egusi soup and game meat, a welcome, warm and fine,
From creatures, cast away, by humanity's decline,
Their transformation, a testament to their inner strength,
A superhuman resilience, born of life's length.
Seven days passed, and on the seventh night,
I received a gift, a power, a wondrous sight,
To communicate with herbs, trees, and plants, anew,
To transform, to heal, with nature's essence, pure and true.
But whence this power, I asked, with curious mind,
From creator, or creature, a question left behind,
A debate rages, among the faithful, and the wise,
As I ponder, still, the mystery, that opened my eyes.
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