Can you see the wonderment of this place?
The woods are filled with magic untold
and the unicorns can be found drinking from the pale blue stream,
the Enchanted Brook, that runs down from the high mountain top
fed by springs and pure white winter's snow.
I see a lovely Lady so fair with chestnut brown hair,
the unicorns gather all around her as she sings a sweet song,
and plays the golden harp.
The music is a gift to the unicorns from her mind,
and they love the sweet voice of this dark haired beautiful woman,
with a heart like a child.
No one has ever touched a unicorn
but this lovely Lady got the chance
and when she touched the whiteness of the unicorn
the dance began,
she danced in the woods and all the unicorns followed her
there to the high grounds,
many yellow butterflies filled the day sky
as if by some magic the woods knew a new kingdom was at hand,
Blue birds sang a new song and as evening came to call in the woods
stars started to fall from the early evening sky
falling at her feet,
in the shape of many gems and stars.
Stars and gems of: red, and green, and bright purple,
and silver, and gold,
and it was very good to behold for the eyes and the soul.
The stars were of many colours and boundless
as the fish in the sea,
as boundless as the sand by the seashore,
they filled the garden where she had went to be with the animals
and to find sleep,
to find rest from her music making and star watching.
She knew that come morning she would write a new love song
and write a new nature poem of the things that took place this day,
a new day had come to call on the heart of all that lived in those magical woods
and nothing would ever be the same
and with the darkness she closed her pretty eyes and fell fast asleep,
as the unicorns watched over her and kept her from harm,
and some unicorns were still standing there near her
while she was fast asleep,
with many gems and stars that had fallen to the earth
to make the home of the wonderous lady ever so pretty
and the rose scent filled the air from tree to tree
and the scent was magic and sweetness to the 3rd degree.
For come tomorrow she would create all kinds of new delightful poetry.
(c) by Peggy Meeks-King
For Leslie Ann
