Forest

Silver waterfalls of moonlight
splash down to earth
wind stirs restless tissue paper leaves
from comfy beds of earth
where ancient trees stand
still lost in their own slow patient thoughts
of things long lost
old streams reaching their greedy roots
as boughs stretch to the sky
worshipping the sun
they take little notice of "young, hasty creatures"
grand oak tree makes immortal elf,
oldest speaker, feel young again
this is the elf's playground