Enchanted Forest

The sun sets and soon the moonbeams fall thru the pines, shadowed by the smoke of a newborn fire as the days labor is reflected in the embers and consumed in joyful celebration soon to be a distant memory overshadowed by dreams in which the morning rays alight… a perpetual cycle devoid of the illusion of time…welcome to the enchanted forest, where the dew-drops on the leaves glisten in the morning sun and acend into the sky transforming into a tapestry of stars under which we lie…consciously dreaming, into the mist we fly…rising with the smoke above the pines.