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THE ENCHANTED FOREST
The chain of hearts it interweaves
In and out the fairy trees
Bright stars in the night way up high
Fill the gaps of fallen violets
That float down from the sky
Through the mystic forest
Cold Jack frost roams
Sprinkling his silver dust
On all the mushroom homes
The trees take a courtsey
Above sweet roses, so red
Cool water shines crystal
From a clear river bed
The honey bee gathers pollen
From flower to flower
Wild and free from hour to hour
Tiny spiders spin lace
And the moon smiles high
As a blanket of lavander
Tucks in the sky. |
