The Enchanted Forest

Dawning velvet skies,

In a soft and humid breeze;

As the burning sun rises,

On the light and crimson trees,

At the brink of the riverbank,

A glistening spark of white;

Shimmering like glitter,

 Like a sheet of silver spice.

As the mystic moon shines,

On the wavy black soil;

As the flowers dance elegantly,

As their vines twine like a coil.