Magical Forest

Magical Forest

Oak’s canopy of green holds up the sky

Pierced by shafts of sunlight falling down

Illuminating the floor of moss-covered rocks

As fungal tables and chairs rise from underground

Upon moonlit nights such a scene comes alive

Fairies flutter from the sky to dance

Elves emerge from homes deep beneath roots

Goblins strut out from the undergrowth

How easily such forms escape the eye

Invisible to those who do not believe

Here in this ice-carved valley I stand

Among glacial erratics that litter the floor

Human forms ascend the rocks in day

Leaving the magical scene to others as dusk falls

Deep down below a tapping in the mines

Where rich veins hold their mineral store

Glow worms in banks then decorate a scene

As scent within the air diffuses and attracts

Moths guided through the night to meet

As old wart upon a path slowly crawls

See now as fairies dance the ring

Listen to sweet voices as elves sing

Yet when morning comes they have gone

Leaving no trace except for those who believe

Copyright: David Hopcroft January 2026