The road diverged in a green wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
I took the one less travelled by,
seeing it a fair choice indeed;
What I did see, my eyes failed to believe
Magic fills our stories, yes;
yet the fantastic fills such realities as...
The moss that clings to the trees,
embracing them in pillows of green,
The grass is lush and soft to touch,
a rush of blood behind my finger tips,
comfort fills my senses,
Gusts of wind brush past my ears,
I turn to hear the whispers,
that seem to match the breath in my lungs;
perpetuated by some external heartbeat.
Night falls gently upon the meadow,
and a different sort of music begins to play,
Silence takes center stage...
until her graceful presence calms the creatures of the woods
A Melody trickles into existence,
as he begins to waltz with Silence on the water,
Mezmerized by such melodies,
I too, begin to dream within reality
The creatures peak out from their homes before
they kiss their young, goodnight;
As the forest goes to sleep
The magic of seeing,
the sweetness of hearing divine things overwhelms me;
I dream of what roads less traveled lay before me.
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