The Magic Forest

Running, calling, swirling in the night

As I race against the lost crystal-clear stream

Running, racing in the white moonlight

As I enter a forest, enter a dream.

The world stops moving, frozen in time

And I see trees that are purely wonder

Dripping in cherries, orange and lime

Lost here I couldn't see lightning, hear thunder.

Rolling, tumbling on the dew-wet grass

As I hear the orchestra with birds and leaves

It sounded like a violin and brass

Through the entire magic forest, it weaves.

By the pond, I saw the fading black

And I watched the sun rise over spring fountains

Sad but still knowing I would come back

I slipped away to home, down by the mountains.