Noonvale
"It is quiet; you can almost hear the sounds of peace."
-Brome, "Martin the Warrior"
Look yonder,
Do you see?
Those knotty old willows nodding o'er the water?
I sat beneath them as a little one,
Trailing my paws in the hastening stream.
Those were the times when one might speak truly
When he claimed life was but a dream.
You may say
These woods are enchanted,
For peace is but an enchantment that should always be.
I was born to it, and I never want to leave it,
This forest as old as time with an aura of time long gone,
Where one still feels the joy overflowing
In a secret place where life echoes on.
Noonvale is quiet
Without my singing,
And so with good cheer I shall give it a song.
"Noonvale, my Noonvale, O heart of my heart,
Where rainbows meet the earth 'neath skies e'er blue,
In peace was I born and so shall I dwell here,
Midst ash, rowan, alder, the beech and the yew!"
Here are shades of green deep and bright,
On a mossy floor there are flowers abloom,
With streams that cascade into waterfalls of light,
Warm laughter and birdsong to chase off the gloom,
And stars to illumine this magic by night,
There is beauty and wonder and a strong sense of right.
So come back to Noonvale when your journey is done,
And we'll welcome you here as a family, as one.
So when you grow weary then follow my song,
Of peace, love, and happiness-it shan't lead you wrong!
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Poet's Note: How was that? It's written from Laterose's PoV, but I guess Brome would work just as well. Please review after you read!! Thank you!