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.
