Elvesbane

The water green or dappled blue,
flows and plays around my toes.
The stones that lend its mystic tune,
weathered to be both round and smooth.

Green blades soft, unlike their namesake,
from brown earth do they spring.
They reach up, joyous to the extreme,
an affirmation of new life, it seems.

Trees sway in the warm white wind
and feel the onset of a new day.
They rustle and fall, do the leaves.
The path they trace, like children playing.

The mountains, tall and strong and true.
Old and ageless men unmoving,
like watchers from the olden days,
like caretakers of the milky way.

The birds doth sing, their voices ring,
a joyful peal, of mirth and feel.
Their wings are wide, they own the sky,
they swoop the spring right into their being.

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Remember, I wrote this in one hour, as a submission to the this year’s poetry (in english, duh) competition for the college’s cultural and arts festival. So it was never meant to be all that good. So spare me the rod. ^_^