Forest Melody

The forest is so quiet and beautifully light,
on a Willow a small blue Jay prepares for flight,
to the west is a soft, easy, blooming creek,
to the east is the forest' first life, the oak tree.

The winds pick up on a red Dragonfly,
there isn't a black cloud to ruin the sky,
not a roar, not a croack, not a screech, nor a squeak,
glowing eyes in bushes feel free to peek.

A small splash is heard from the water flow,
but the fish is too shy, it decides to go,
the sun smiles through the shady green tree's,
and then like magic, the path is seized.

The silence is broken by a melody,
galloping the path with perfect harmony,
soaring the forest with invisible wings,
she lands in the water as the birds start to sing.

The white stalion stands out like a hazy dream,
cleansing herself in the sparkling stream,
she takes berries shyly from a nearby plant,
then she get's ready to leave as the crickets chant.

She leaps off the water and upon the next trail,
her mane flows freely as she escapes the jail,
her music is fading and she's engulfed by the shadow,
then it's back to silence, except the Jay on the Willow.