The whistle of trees
In the breeze
The sun, bathing me in its warms
As I stroll through massive oak trees
Leaves fall like plucked petals
Raining down over my head
If only I could stay forever
in this forest of dreams
Butterflies dancing around
Buzzing Bees collecting nectar
Mockingjays mimicking sounds
Animals hunting about
Vines filled with roses
Reaching the Sky
As it sours high
Never ending
My mind filled with tunes
of music and melody
As the piped piper lures me
deeper in the forest
All the nyx spirits and
pixies rage with jealousy
Of me being crowned as
queen of the forest
In this forest of dreams
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This poem is made by me. EVERYTHING in this story is made by me.
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Queens of the Forrest
FantasyBeware who you trust for it might turn to be deceiving after all. For there is treachery everywhere. . . A world of unearthly beings, too surreal to know what being human means. ______________ Author: @Midni...
