The Forest

The magical beauty of nature.

Rain drizzles down,

panging on the grass,

The wind rushes through

the leaves of the forest

trees, engulfing me in

silence.

The water droplets glint

beautifully in the emerald

grasses. I inhale the

richness of the Earth's soil

and goodness.

 

The wood sprites, hidden from

view, dance over

the tops of mushrooms

behind my back.

The dryads watch from

their homes in the trees.

They watch this strange

human, I, walk upon

their land.

I do not threaten them,

but merely walk here

deep within thought.

They watch me cautiously;

I can feel their

invisible eyes on my back.

I do not wish to harm

the forest like others,

but to stroll in it,

enjoy it,

understand it.

 

Whispers tickle my ears.

They sense I am harmless

to them.

Serenity fills my spirit

as the sprites dance at

my feet.

Is it any wonder we believe

in creatures such as these?

They are so innocent

and loving within their

ageless, timeless greenery.

I see the forest never

ages, and lives on forever.

Author's Note

I think this was written in the midst of being outside. I couldn't think of anything else to write but about where I was.

Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

beautiful made me want to go outside even though its raining
I really liked it

[quinfinn]

what a beautiful scene, touched lightly with twinges of wonderful fantasy.
outstanding poem...