The Land of the Small
Beside a flowing waterfall
In the land of the small
Colours so radiant
Wall to wall
Toadstool houses
For bugs of all sizes
Colours galore
Full of different surprises
Sunflowers of orange
Grasses of greens
Creeping vines so friendly
Grace this forested scene
Purples, blues
Yellows and reds
Like rainbows rising
From this carpeted spread
Backgrounds of hues
Hazed by the waterfall mist
Elves and nature
In harmony exist
The tree trunk hotel
Where visiting elves stay
Amidst animals of plenty
And their everyday play
Close your eyes
You will be enthralled
In the land of the small
Beside a flowing waterfall
A Place Called Wonder Wall
My name is Betty the Butterfly, from a place called Wonder Wall
From deep in the forest I was born, beside a beautiful waterfall
This place you have heard of before, it's known as the land of the small
Where everything is micro, where the tallest is not even tall
Azures to translucent fall in the most wonderful of cascades
Where sprays of natures champagne, delight in organic mist display
Lush greens abound all around, whilst colours so radiate
Toadstools, grasses and trees in the most awesome of create
I Betty the Butterfly have the wings to see this at source
Gliding over the spectrum of rainbows, pollination is my course
Just as all the others like me, in proboscis search we furrow
We like watching the furries below us, in tunnel visioned burrow
We live in a carnival of colours, so different from anywhere else
To be ourselves we have to be, and protect our different self's
Mystical Forest
The Summer was coming to an end
As the colours of the trees now speak
So
I headed to my little clearing in the woods
Saddened that they have
lost their peak
But other views excite me
As I look to the
greens turning brown
There are butterflies on their very last flight
As
the leaves form a golden gown
But this is much more than a
clearing
It's a magical mystical place
If your quiet enough and
you are in the right spot
You will be lucky enough to be graced
For
against the backdrop of the forest
An image so rarely seen
In
majestic pose this mythical beast
Can be seen through the fading
green
Every time it makes an appearance
The Autumn fairy
enters the scene
Swirling the leaves as she spins in a dance
The
unicorn is not just a dream
The leaves now begin to settle
Like a jigsaw they carpet the ground
Toadstools stand proud in ripened pose
As I marvel at nature's surround
My eyes now scout the peripheral
I
see a fox, and elves in the trees
To see what I have seen on this end
of Summers day
If your not with me, there's just no guarantee
She was Returned
It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring
her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered
and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home
His
life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back
to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome
travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel
This
old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going
back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After
hearing the mans story he began to begin
"I lost my
daughter a number of years ago
She drowned whilst on holiday
under a still water flow
I couldn't comprehend the loss of her
life
The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"
"What would you do if your girl could be returned
Have you ever
wondered if fate could be unearned
If this was possible, would
you offer your life
For your daughter to return to her mother
your wife"
"Remember, many years have passed her death by
For her past to be relived, there is a reply
Knights of the ages
will descend from their dark
They will then strike you down, as
you begin your embark"
"My life I have not lived for many
a year
For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
I will
die happy for all eternity
Knowing my daughter will grow old,
as it should be"
The old man chants a script of the past
Of an
ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to
reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse
"Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
Six Templar Knights
will stand and surround you
At your request they will strike you
down
On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"
"A light will appear of which you'll travel through
But before
you do, a young girl runs to you
Your daughter, in pink and red
will run from the light
She'll run through your soul, as your
sleep starts tonight"
The old mysterious man continues on his way
As
he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a
daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin
to recover
She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My
husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend
the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife
He Rises
The doors of Hades opens
Upon the earth he'll crawl, the
Serpent is rising
They Followed the Geese
We think we are many, but there are billions of them
Species so
different, they so out number us men
Then came that day when
natures parameters changed
Something out there happened to us humans
so strange
Whether they were robins, starlings, vultures or crows
She's
had enough, for the birds she now chose
Formidable they became
as they attacked in masses
Wave after wave in lacerated passes
No
one was spared, whether mother or child
Some were found, bloodied
but smiled
For many months the world has endured
Us facing
survival outside we are lured
Ammonia traces as they leave their
marks
Reminding who's in charge, the future of humans so stark
If
you are fortunate to survive, look to the skies
They followed the
geese, their formation to strive
For those of us who are left,
underground we reside
If we are to change, it's up to us to decide
The Old One of the Forest
If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be 
A picture of our past of the likes of you and me
If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be
It would have survived from our past, where it roamed so free
If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be
That man as we are would desire to trap, and charge monies for the world to see
If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be
The picture, it's pose as it captures our thoughts, this old one we'll never see
If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be
No evidence has ever been found, so creative us humans can be