Wilderness
by Jarandhel Dreamsinger
Green grows the forest,
bright green doth it be.
Wild grows the greensward,
every plant, shrub, and tree.
Wild the woods are,
Wild and free.
For here there is magic,
for those who can see.
For in all of this freedom,
so fantastic to thee,
dwell centaurs and satyrs;
unicorns... and me.