The wood so softly singing
In a language strange to hear
And the song it sings will find you
As the twilight draws you near

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Enchantment



I know a place
Where oak trees grow
And silver-white birches too
It's very still
And very wet
And the trees are very tall.

All the leaves are green
If you go there now
And the ferns are greener still
If you go at dusk
There are owls calling
With a song of twilight shrill

And the wood so softly singing
In a language strange to hear
Yet the song it sings will find you
As the twilight draws you near.


4 comments:

Mara Freeman said...

I have been drifting in and out of the dappled shade of your Fern Law world with quiet enjoyment in recent days, and added a link to it from mine.
I'm new to the world of blogging, although not to web-sites, and I'm just getting into stride with mine, which is called "Of Stars and Stones" and is centred in the landscapes and stories of West Wales where I live. If you have a moment, please check it out, and if you like it, perhaps you would link yours to mine.
Deep Peace of the Greenwood to you,

Mara Freeman
http://marafreeman.blogspot.com/
www.chalicecentre.net

PS Where do you live?

Mara Freeman said...

Dear Heronmist,
I've been drifting in and out of the dappled shade of your faerie blog with quiet enjoyment recently - I too live in Wales, and would love to share a link with you to my new blog: "Of Stars and Stones"
http://marafreeman.blogspot.com/

Deep Peace of the Greenwood to you,

Mara Freeman
www.chalicecentre.net

Hamadryad said...

Enchanting:)

Heronmist said...

@Mara I've already linked to your blog. Enjoying my visits there.

@Hamadryad
Thanks - I love your avatar.