Hey all! Here’s another poem embracing the beauty of creation! Enjoy!
To Be Enchanted
Emerald mosaic against a slate backdrop,
Shutes of unruly grass saturated in liquid
Forming translucent beads of
Excess life-giving water
That balance delicately, stubbornly
Atop these happy sprigs
Only to burn out by noonday.
Rays of gold which stream through
Puzzles of greenery;
Swaths of damp, earthy fragrance;
Clacking arms made of rough skin
But magnificent splays of neon fungi
Flare up, sprawling, across
Decaying logs littering the floor,
Pretending they are important tunnels
Connecting to vast other lands.
Mushroom steps winding up, up but
Never leading anywhere new;
Streams giggle and gossip
Accenting the continual
Cacophony of sound.
Birds serenading the trees,
And moss, and rocks, and sky.
The trees rejoicing in response
Arms lifted high,
Leaves tittering with anticipation
For the crescendo that
Sails upon the wind,
Ebbing and flowing
According to it’s shifting moods.
Not loud, a notch above a whisper,
Yet an explosion that crescendo brings
To the ears that will listen.
For to listen to the song of the woods is
To be enchanted.