SPIRIT of the FOREST

Morning takes so long to arrive
In the depths of the tangled forest
Where the trees cast a dappled light
And the mist lingers long

The mist swirls and dances
An eerie hypnotic trance
A ghost like apparition
In the dew spread grass

Where the sunlight falls
Prismatic reflections appear
Shadows take on ghastly shapes
Distorting the refracted beams

As the ground absorbs
Heat from the suns intrusion
The mist slowly elevates
A million demons in the air

They float and weave
A web of gothic confusion
Linger a while in the treetops
And slowly disappear

Night engulfs, its time to haunt
And morning arrives so slowly
There once again revealed
This mystical spirit of the forest