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| "Beautiful Forest Elf" by Jeans Design (Photobucket) |
Ayalla smelled the hubris of a yellow
and white flower
It is a daisy among the golden meadow
in which she laid.
Aya often mingled with the forest and
smiled like the sun.
She would frolick among the chipmunks
and conifers,
Go eloping with the red fern deer and
strawberry fields.
Her elven ears perked up at the silence
She heard the river's soothing song
She heard the birds of paradise sing
She heard the echoes of the living
trees.
Tweet tweet, tweet tweet
Ayalla hummed to
herself an elegant little tune:
Hmm hm Hmmm Hmm Hm
She could lay here
in the wilds for all eternity
And make her home
among the stars at night.
Dancing around a
pyre of azure and emerald flames,
Magically lit as to
not burn her forest to cinders.
Aya loved the
forest with all her heart,
And one day she
became that forest she loved dearly.
She became known as
Gaia, or Mother Earth
And she still hums
her beautiful tune
If one would stop a
minute in silence
Just to delve into
the feywilds' splendor.
What fun! A little meander off the beaten path, for a quick side trip into a bit of fantasy. I thought the piece was particularly well crafted. It isn't easy to diverge from reality in a short work and hit the mark spot on, right out of the gate. Good writing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Wendy! I love writing fantasy pieces, and this one was particularly fun to write up.
DeleteI admire the beginnings of mother earth or Gaia story Kenn~ Let's hope we also love the forest and treasure her gifts ~
ReplyDeleteGrace
Mother nature shows us both the wonderful things and the harshness of the world we live in. I think there is much to learn from everything around us.
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