a r c a n e [Poems]

forest creatures

Moss grows thick in the trees that lie in the cold moist forest

A forest that runs far and wide

With streams of cold flowing water and little frogs that splash in the water

The little pixies dance around among the leaves of the trees and the elves that come in the night, wait til dusk to slip out of there caves and collect the pixie dust

Sparkling glitter that fall off the pixies as they dance there native dance

Falling to the ground waiting to be collected by the forest elves

Who scurry around to gather the dust before it flies away in the wind

Drifting away to another place where someone will gather it up themselves

The elves fear for this for they know not what this stranger would do with the glittering dust

For man is scary and scared the elves should be

In the forest of glittering dusts, pixies, and elves, the frogs that splash and the wondering flowers

This is a beautiful forest full of life and wonder

Not yet corrupted by poison and greed