The mist rests gently upon the water’s surface, where the fireflies flash like sets of blinking eyes Long leaves of willow hang down, motionless as an owl cries above, illuminated by the moon
forests green embrace my mind the harsh branches look soft from the meadows behind in fleeting moments birds shadows pass and the trees move, a hypnotizing dance a melody’s whispering from afar “the deeper the trees go the deeper they are” i’ll try and listen to the songbirds warn not to get lost in your hazel charms