Heart of the
Forest
Ælfhild Wiklund
In the heart of the forest
In shade green and cool
Is a hidden dell
With a magic pool,
At this sparkling well
Where the unicorns drink
Where fairies frolic
You might think,
Of fabulous flowers
Of rainbow hues
That flourished with
frills
Hint at questing clues,
Quiet and shy
Are the flowers in truth
They source not the
fragrance
In age or in youth,
Rather scent wafts from
leaves
Dark green hearts
Smoothly rippling in the
breeze
Each leaf a chart,
Of the veins of life
That hold spicy and sweet
The mysterious air
That marks this mystic
retreat,
In the heart of the forest
Where magic does spring
Wild ginger lends grace
That the zephyr might
ring,
The woods with the aroma
Of magic and calm
From hearts in the heart
Of the forest, comes balm.
