Stream of songs

Following the trickling stream

It feels as if I’m in a dream

The whimsical nature of this kingdom

A place of critters as well as wisdom

Glowing fungi on the moss

Bitter green fairy floss

Howling winds dashing through trees

Knocking down hives and angering bees

Flowers awakening to the shining sun

Seeds sprouting up with fun

Colonies of ants come rumbling by

Birds going high up to fly

Trees stay planted here to guard

Unable to pass and fully barred

Magic swirling through their leaves

Intricate webs the spider weaves

A barrier built to keep disaster away

Will this still be here for just one more day

Merciless metal shredding them down

In the cold streams hope will drown