Woods can be dark, murky places but apparently not tonight.
There, through the trees an enrapturing golden light, as if the precious metal became the air itself! And within that, I don’t believe my good eye, four, no five women of the fairest skin! How can this be? That barely discernible fluttering behind them, could that be wings? Oh my weary travelers’ soul how could such beauty exist, these fairies (what other name is there for such creatures) are now dancing! And what dancing it is, such gracefulness is impossible, or so I had thought. No words can truly capture the effervescence of the air as the five angelic beings seemingly caressed the air with their graceful moves.
I creep closer to see and hear better. So close am I now I hear an almost intangible twinkling in the golden light, as if a thousand wind chimes are around me yet none at all. The fairies themselves do not talk yet seem to sing an unending note, faint yet clear and altogether heart rindingly peaceful. Braver now and still wishing more of this vision I crawl on my belly to get even nearer. But alas, a bulky frame have I and a fallen branch breaks beneath it. At a start the five beings stare in my direction as if broken from a trance, and then they smile a knowing smile.
Ah, mine eye weeps as they fade into the either of the wood. And I am left alone in the dark, but with a bright memory that will last, at least till next time anyway.
There, through the trees an enrapturing golden light, as if the precious metal became the air itself! And within that, I don’t believe my good eye, four, no five women of the fairest skin! How can this be? That barely discernible fluttering behind them, could that be wings? Oh my weary travelers’ soul how could such beauty exist, these fairies (what other name is there for such creatures) are now dancing! And what dancing it is, such gracefulness is impossible, or so I had thought. No words can truly capture the effervescence of the air as the five angelic beings seemingly caressed the air with their graceful moves.
I creep closer to see and hear better. So close am I now I hear an almost intangible twinkling in the golden light, as if a thousand wind chimes are around me yet none at all. The fairies themselves do not talk yet seem to sing an unending note, faint yet clear and altogether heart rindingly peaceful. Braver now and still wishing more of this vision I crawl on my belly to get even nearer. But alas, a bulky frame have I and a fallen branch breaks beneath it. At a start the five beings stare in my direction as if broken from a trance, and then they smile a knowing smile.
Ah, mine eye weeps as they fade into the either of the wood. And I am left alone in the dark, but with a bright memory that will last, at least till next time anyway.
Very Creative, Ben!
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