Drip of dew and moss on stone
The mist laden forest overgrown
Cobbled road and dirt worn path
Undisturbed since time has lapsed
Through day and night it faintly glows
Dimly, softly ever it is so
A power gently woven
A magic so sweet
The deep green grass
Beneath ones feet
To still and to calm until at last one might
Emerge from the garden and into the light