Secret Place

Find out for yourself what this poem is about.

The moon's light beckoning me to come near.

It's reflection on the lake is crystal clear.

The tall pink-blue trees, swaying softly in the breeze,

The singing of the twilight creatures puts me at ease.

I lie down in the soft green grass,

I gaze at the lake once more, the surface smooth as glass.

A tiny fairy, no bigger than my forefinger,

Flutters by to a crowd of fireflies who linger.

After playing with some dwarfs, I get up, finally ready to leave.

But before I'm gone I turn back. It's always been my pet peeve.

My mind full of sadness, not wanting to go.

I finally turn away, ready to go away. But slow. 

Reviews

[Kajal Sharma]

describes the fantasy in which a young girl want to live....well done

[Anna]

Love it!!!! Awesome poem ;D