Before you leave the woods today, something you may have missed;
A whispered mystery old as time hovers in the mist.
Things you've never seen before are moving all about
'Pon entrance of this magic realm you never can get out.
Forced to live amongst the toadstool and the fawn
Hypnotized to see the light of God and not the dawn.
Chilly, naked flesh; ivory as the moon.
The old God, Pan, who tromps about, certain your heart will swoon.
Ecstatic, numb, you crumple down. He see's your knees give out...
The nymphs cavort around you there
Giggle and **** your feeble form.
The wise old trees watch patiently
as the landscape does transform.