Echanting Sight, Silver and White

Don't ask

Hidden a deep in the mysteries of the creek

As the birds sing their final cheep

The singers start to awaken from sleep

To spin their song under the sky, alight

 

The creapers a flight from their trance

Start to weave theirspiritual dance

Amoung the water and trees they cast

Calling to the stars in the lonely night

 

Would you join them if you dare

Would you fly with them through the air

Would you join their song, clear

Or would you hide away in fright

 

We laugh we dance we play we swim

We dance alone the creeks rim

All aglow through the dim

Life blessed in such a beautiful sight

 

No one can even paint such a scene

Of our hearts and wings all a gleam

Not even the moon in dream

For we run the creak waters a bright

As the plants mimic the star at midnight

 

No one will ever vist such a enchanting sight

only the moons mirror in creak, silver white.

 

 

Author's Note

I don't know where I got this from

Reviews

[Insanity_Cookie;)]

Cheep. It's spelt 'cheep'. I really really like it. The rhyming fits, beautiful description and other than a few spelling and grammar mistakes, it's really good, well done Mischeif, nice work!

[Bella-Marie]

Excellent rhyming, excellent description, excellent imagery, an excellence poem! The last two lines are exquisite. The rhyming pattern reminds me of "The Lady of Shallott". An E+ if I ever saw one.