Enchanted Land

Written for Mindlovemisery’s menagerie – Enchanted Land – Tale Weaver # 274

I close my eyes,
And dream real hard.
Take me to the land
Where magic rules.

The air smells good,
of sweet roses,
Dampness too
Seeped in more.

Fill your lungs,
And breathe in more.
Hear those crickets,
Concerting.

Grass is green,
Till that far end,
Patches of wearing
Here and there.

Don’t be scared
To see that light,
The mole lives there,
With his fam.

Walk till there,
And you can see,
Magic has
Its own ways.

Trees are bald,
But they’re not dead,
They mingle,
With the whole lot.

They all got
Into tangle,
Since they grew,
from seeds of love.

Call them ‘one’
And not detached,
They have  their roots,
Deep down under.

Sing a song,
Play those notes,
They will dance
To the tune.

Fairy homes,
On them branches,
Rabbit holes
Here and there.

Bumble bees and
Butterflies,
Can carry you
And go places.

I reach for home,
Of the mole,
Knock knock knock
“I am cold.

I need tea,
or something hot,
Pardon me for
Being so rude”.

“Have your tea,
And some snacks,
Let me show you,
My whole house”.

There I was
Having tea,
But in a flash,
I lost it all.

My eyes open,
and wide awake,
Sad to know,
End of reverie.


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