The Sleeping Forest
I don't own Aeris, or the Sleeping forest.
Aeris' thoughts on the forest as an Ancient. She doesn't need the harp to go through it, so she sees it differently to everyone else..
Dappled sunlight across olive leaves
Sparkles on the dew-laden ground
Shimmering on the water's edge
As the stream curves round and round
And gushes past the old oak and birch
Where the birds whistle and sing
And the wild rose blooms in vibrancy
The tall fir tree stands, the king
Of the Sleeping Forest
ooooo
An undisturbed winding valley
Shelters its endless natural splendour
Among the jade branches I walk
Praying the forest will show me more
The ferns brush gently at my hair
Light pours over my face
Vibrant birds weave through the trees
With all the unseen grace
Of the Sleeping Forest
ooooo
A honeysuckle breeze blows
Lifting the red leaves in the air
Twirling among the blossoming flowers
So delicate, so fair
The echoing calls of the birds
The everlasting shifting of the leaves
The peaceful music in the stream
The soft sighing of the trees
Of the Sleeping Forest
ooooo
I hear a flute spill out the forest's calm
And a peace I have never known
Fills me, I see things which
No man can ever own
Voices whisper to me, now
A harp plucks at my heart
As a violin pledges to the peace,
With which I would never part.
The peace of the Sleeping Forest.
What do you think? Please leave a review, I need them, I'm so lonely. (sniff) ; )