Songs of the Forest
He sprinted along the ground,
Weaving in and out around the trees
With the sun warming his bronzing skin.
His emerald green eyes glittered with excitement.
He climbed along the rocks and cliffs,
The breeze lifting his long dark hair around his shoulders.
Stopping briefly he admired the world around him.
The perfect balance of nature.
The trees seemed to lift their arms to the sun,
Calling for it's beauty and warmth.
The grass and flowers waved slightly,
As if dancing to a silent song.
He lifted his face to the sky,
Breathing in the sweet smells of the land.
He tilted his head, ears alert and listening.
Even the wind seem to sing to him.
"Come to me, young Elfling.
Let your spirited soul dance free.
Play among my creations,
So shall it always should be."
He sprinted along the ground,
Weaving in and out around the trees
With the sun warming his bronzing skin.
His emerald green eyes glittered with excitement.
He climbed along the rocks and cliffs,
The breeze lifting his long dark hair around his shoulders.
Stopping briefly he admired the world around him.
The perfect balance of nature.
The trees seemed to lift their arms to the sun,
Calling for it's beauty and warmth.
The grass and flowers waved slightly,
As if dancing to a silent song.
He lifted his face to the sky,
Breathing in the sweet smells of the land.
He tilted his head, ears alert and listening.
Even the wind seem to sing to him.
"Come to me, young Elfling.
Let your spirited soul dance free.
Play among my creations,
So shall it always should be."