Firefly night with moon-lit skies
Tiny flickers of Faerie dust
cover the grass, and breezes
carry us along a path

Circles made of toadstools
and whispers of Dryads
accompany the sound
of trickling streams

Comfortably lost with creatures
surrounding, time loses meaning
Days become minutes —
We stop being worried

Whatever’s outside
has become silent
Trees fence us in,
but we don’t mind it

Time slows —
Minutes become seconds
We get lost to follow
the music



J.C.K

#WhisperingNature


© Jeremy Knowles (J.C.K)


This poem is also in my book “Mysterious are these Muses” available on Amazon
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