The Enchanted Forest

Poems written in the 80s

Day turn to night
The sun lay its gentle head down
Fast asleep
The inhabitants of the night
Comes out to play
The Luna, majesty of darkness
With stars that waited on her
Glows like Cherubim
All enjoying the entertainment down below

Aye, they are the guardian
The guardian of the enchanted forest

The enchanted forest
Comes alive at night
The creatures of the night
Hustle and bustle through the forest
Rats twitching their nose
Smelling the night air
Scrupulously and alert
Scurrying along with its task
Watching for predators
A dash, fast as lightning
It disappears
When the hoot of an owl
Echoes through the forest
Bats of all shapes and sizes
Come out by the dozen to feast

A tune
The cricket with its fiddle
The snake, a hiss
The frog with its croaking
An orchestra of the forest

The night air fills with laughter and music
As the fairy folks
Comes out to play
Hair glittering like diamonds
Garments of satin and silk
On toadstool they sit
And delicacies they dine
Rare and delicious

And so, one might stumble
Across a fairy or two
If one is lucky
And understand the whisper
The whisper of the trees
They would tell of fantastic stories
The stories of the enchanted forest

As the sun arises
Laugher and music no longer heard
Trees no longer whisper
Thus, only those who are innocent
And young at heart
Will know the mystical happening
In the enchanted forest
When day turns to night