A forest there lays,
Covered in a cold windy mist,
Every tree there looks like the same dead old willows,
Yet a few trees of different kinds cling on to life in the dead land,
The trees filled with bright flowers and leaves enchanting the forest,
A great mystery it is,
Yet the mist hides more than this,
In the center of the forest where the mist lays heavily and thick,
And yet the moonlight fills the place with its luminous glow,
Quietly and beautifully a garden grows under the moonlight,
Anemones, daisies, blue and white roses bloom and fill the place,
But in the center of that very garden,
A cherry blossom stands there blooming everyday,
Filling the place with its pink fluttering snow,
Under the mystic tree,
A man sits below it gazing at the beauty around him,
Every night he comes and writes about what his mind thinks freely,
Such an enchanting forest it is,
The forest of mysteries...
this is an improve version =P scroll down to see the previous design
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