A Walk in the Mystical Woods
There was magic in the air and the trees
The floor of the woods was covered in moss,
It was covered with a blanket of bright green.
There was soft soil and water as she walked,
Through paths that were never made or seen.
Every step Eliza took was like walking into a book.
Every tree was like a page in an ancient book.
There seemed to be something magical in the air,
There was a spell in every tree, flower, and pear.
Eliza walked several miles in that forest,
She was tired and needed to close her eyes.
This was what nature girl Eliza enjoyed,
She was never a girl for doll houses and toys.
She lay down on the soil covered in soft leaves.
The child could not keep her tired eyes open.
When she awoke, she was back at home on her bed.
She was found by her father who kissed her forehead.
The years had passed Eliza was a mother now.
She still enjoyed walking through the mystical woods.
She collected flowers, fruits, and herbs in her basket.
She did not mind if her clothes got cold and she got wet.
The mystical woods knew Eliza and they spoke,
To her in her dreams and every day of her life.
People came from far and wide to hear her prophecies.
Her wisdom and knowledge were from the trees.
Eliza had powers as a mystical seer and fortune-teller.
She could predict the future of anyone who met her.
Eliza knew the greatest secret of nature’s creation,
That the soul is immortal and life is a magical vacation.
This is a soothing fantasty story and poem. Thanks for sharing, Warren!