My Enchanted Wood

My enchanted wood

in the wintertime,

the trees are bare and cold with only snow to hug their long curling branches

my enchanted wood

in the spring, 

the blooming flowers reach out to capture the bright shining sun

my enchanted wood 

in the summer,

the trees grow their bright green leaves

the moss gives a warm comforting hug to the lonely rocks

my enchanted wood

in the autumn,

the fire orange leaves dance like a playful tiger in the wind

not missing a step

my enchanted wood

my enchanted wood is luscious all year round

no one shall take it from me I shall stand my ground 

this wood is my home my place for meditation

I love this wood forever, when shall I forget it 

I'll tell you, never