Waldlied- By Dibyasree Nandy

A rill glistens like emerald deep in the woods;

Waterfalls tumble down, trilling their little interludes;

Moon-rays streaming through the leaves ever dark;

Mushrooms lining the path glow silvery-jade, witnessed by the alight bark.

A spell cast on the forest by the fireflies of gold;

Blessed by the enchantments of the fronds and shrubbery old;

The welkin hid from sight;

Yet all is incandescent with the tales from the magical playwright.

Many a nymph with sapphire pearls;

Dainty feet in the pure waters, their silken turquoise hair curls;

Tiny fairies sleep, nestled amidst lunar lotus petals pale;

The glittering insects leave behind a bejewelled trail.

Cherries like rubies emblazoned by a wand;

The indigo cloak of the sorcerer swishes as he traipses beyond;

Upon the branches sits a shamrock fay;

No one knows such a grove exists during the day.

Plums and willows;

Blooming; wrapped in a bewitched veil; along with its fellows;

Leprechauns clutch lanterns;

The junipers burst with cerulean and teal ferns.

A clearing in the distance afar;

Crests and troughs of hillocks under the evening star;

The dove, Columba of the eighty-eight flies;

The majestic Pegasus of the Highs.

As dawn arrives;

The illusion no longer thrives;

The mage raises his arm;

This breaks the charm.

Thickets of dreams;

Begins to fade with the morn's early beams;

Oh, but it shall appear soon;

Stepping out from behind twilight's mist, the shroud on the lune.