Sitting on a partially
sunken Chestnut trunk,
I sat mesmerized,
listening to the babbling brook
gurgle between granite steps.

Strange sensations swept
over my body as I heard
the hypnotic tunes
of the wood spirits,
playing their melodious
mountain tunes.

Everything seemed
in perfect order,
to be dancing
to the magical
waves of ethereal
zephyr-notes.

I watched water bugs
skate on the glass surface,
miss spider spun her web
through glints of sunlight,
in the distance,
I heard the crows
fighting jays.

It was a beautiful day,
when minutes seem like hours,
when you feel alive,
the power of the forest gods.