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Fairytale Wood
Black and gray sponges hovering darkly,
Electrified like neurons by spears of energy,
Contract and release like heartbeats.
The gentle pitter-patter of a million raindrops
Generate a constant peaceful hypnotic drone.
The forest herself exudes the same aura.
Interrupted intermittently by cracking
Thunderbolts thrown from cloud to cloud.
A frog's croak in the near distance
Signals a morphing of her usual guise
And the donning of an ethereal fleeting mask.
Ephemeral streams prove their names true,
As each drops joins the next in carving the gorges.
It is the very beginning of a future world wonder,
A heavenly symbiosis between Sky and Earth.
The empty thunderheads puff out of existence,
Or float on like a swarm of bees and all is silent.
The returning and the evaporating fog
Rising together like a ghostly orb and mist,
Transform her into a momentary fairytale wood.
