The Enchanted Grove

Beneath the moon’s watchful gleam,
There lies a grove where shadows dream.
No path to guide, no stars to mark,
Just whispering winds in a woodland dark.

The trees are tall, their leaves aglow,
With light that dances soft and slow.
The air hums low with ancient song,
Of creatures hidden, forgotten long.

In this grove, the faeries play,
With silver wings and eyes of grey.
They glide through mist on silent feet,
Where time and magic always meet.

A unicorn drinks from a quiet stream,
Its reflection blurred, like a distant dream.
Foxes with fur of emerald flame,
Skulk through the brush, untamed, untame.

Yet tread with care, or you may find,
This grove plays tricks on heart and mind.
For those who wander beneath its boughs,
May leave, but never the same as now.

Memories shift, thoughts rearrange,
In the Enchanted Grove, all things change.
Some return with eyes all glossed,
Touched by magic, forever lost.

And some are left with names unknown,
As if the grove had claimed its own.
So heed the wind, and mark its call,
For once inside, you’ll change with all.

The air grows thick, the shadows deep,
The secrets here are yours to keep.
But step with care, or lose your way—
In the Enchanted Grove, the wild holds sway.

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