Magical things happen in the woods,
Witches are hiding inside,
Brewing their potions.
Elves are hiding,
Climbing amongst the mysterious tree.
The winds are soaring throughout,
Whispering to one another.
The animals run around,
Watching the young girls dance under the pale moon light.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: Kimberlee's Look Upon Life.
PoetryA little way of being able to get into my head, without completely going insane. Let's start now, shall we?
