Rejuvenation


There was once a land

Not an enchanted forest full of fairies

Not a cursed valley filled with hollows and ghosts

No, just a land, a bare land

And there on its plains were trees and grass

Trees and grass dancing in the wind

Not to unfathomable melodious tunes that the wind played

Nothing like that, just trees and grass dancing in the wind

And the trees stood tall and mighty on the land

And the grass lusciously lay a green tapestry underneath

Nothing too majestic for the eye of course

No, just mere old tall trees and thick grass

And there were little foragers about storing up for the seasons

Storing up seed and fruit alike as they’d done a thousand times before

Not magical creatures galloping about in fantastical splendor

No, Just normal everyday foragers gathering what they could

And there was a stillness and silence about the land

A silence defined by the noise of its inhabitants

And a stillness by its movements and sways to the wind

Of course, just any other normal land

And then came footsteps in the leaves

They weren’t heavy stone cold thuds

No, just easygoing familiar shoes of a stranger

Coursing through the autumn piles that lay

And then fell a tree, and another after that

Perhaps the foragers of the field understood his need

And none of the trees sighed on the axe he drew

No, they gave a pardon for a friend he’d become indeed

And then there was no seed, no fruit to gather

And the foragers had to flee for there was no tree left

In search of something better for this season change

Not something enchanted or cursed

Just a normal place to inhabit

And there was a stillness and silence about the land

A silence defined by a loss of its essence

And a stillness by the void that blew from the wind

Of course, just like any other bare land

But then came new little foragers about storing seed for the season to come

Storing up seed and fruit alike as they’d done in a thousand other lands before

Not magical creatures galloping about in fantastical splendor

No, Just normal everyday foragers gathering where they could

And the ground gave way to the seed beneath them

Trees and grass stood tall and mighty on the land

Luscious green tapestries underneath the great blue sky

Nothing too majestic for the eye of course

No, just mere old tall trees and thick grass

And there on its plains the trees and grass danced

Trees and grass dancing to the sound of the wind

Not to unfathomable melodious tunes that the wind played

Nothing like that, just trees and grass dancing in the wind

And finally, there, where once lay a land

Lay an enchanted forest full of fairies

Not a cursed valley, yet filled with hollows and ghosts

Of course, just a land, a bare land.