The World of the Unknown
The morning sun has not begun to rise.
He stretches as he awakes,
Bright colours caress the distant horizon.
Fairies of the Unknown left gifts among the forest.
Morning dew from the Fairies shimmers in the Sun’s rays,
Each droplet clings to its individual piece of nature.
Weeds overpopulate beauty.
Forest flowers are strangled by deadly vines,
Each wild plant hopes to surpass Mother Nature’s eye of loveliness.
A figure glides through the forest.
Footsteps echo off the old trees,
Her bare feet are kissed by the soil.
A narrow path is revealed by golden rays.
The dirt trail winds through the trees,
It appears to be never ending.
Left foot followed by the right.
One foot in front of the other,
Each step is quietly placed as she continues her journey.
Her olive green cape whips silently behind her.
Dark curls cascade down from under her hood,
Casting a shadow over her fair skin.
She wanders deeper into the forest.
Coming upon a wall of chaotic vines,
The forest visitor halts.
Slowly and steadily, she raises her left hand.
Placing long, delicate fingers on the wild plants,
An entrance opens.
She glances back briefly.
Seeing no one,
She enters the World of the Unknown.