"The Glistening Feathers of the Fern"
"In the forest of the peaceful rain,
the light poured in through veins of green,
and the bark surrounding the trees seemed like a silken case.
There were bouquets of mushrooms by the carven roots,
and the ground was lit by the glistening feathers of the fern.
Nothing could wither and nothing could burn,
in the forest of the peaceful rain." - Cheryl Leah
"Roses in the Hollow"
"All the winged things danced on the breeze
Sang from castles in trees
There were marble nymphs that bathed in the dew
All the winged things danced on the breeze
Roses in the hollow
White quartz and columbines
Otters of the fields
Garnet beds, fuchsia dancers
Marble nymphs in the dragonfly pools
Small bears and egrets
Agate globes and cranberry mosses
Paws and whiskers
Berry foxes
Garnet beds, roses in the hollow
Fuchsia dancers, otters of the fields
Paws and whiskers, berry foxes
Bears and egrets, agate globes
All the winged things danced on the breeze
Sang from castles in trees
There were marble nymphs that bathed in the dew
All the winged things danced on the breeze
All life sang
All life sang
All life sang in the fields." - Cheryl Leah
"The Cricket's Call"
"All life woke in the soft and the green and jumped to the cricket's call,
stepping aside for the seeds in their time
while the leaves fell down in the fall.
Myriadity in the eyes in the trees that for a thousand years
had watched the life at play,
crystal writings on the cliffs were read by all at mid-day.
Prisms from flowers made patterns in the pools
alighting spirits bathed in the dew
winged things upon the breezes blew in the forest of the peaceful rain,
in the forest of the peaceful rain.
"All life woke in the soft and the green and jumped to the cricket's call,
stepping aside for the seeds in their time
while the leaves fell down in the fall." - Cheryl Leah
Eyes in the Trees
"White trout sank to the lower pools, every cave held a deer,
every crag held the Dragon's eye, geese fell away on the wind
in the forest of the peaceful rain.
Herons clustered, white trout sank to lower pools
mushrooms grew to memories, and geese fell away on the wind
crags held the Dragonfly, caves held the deer
leaves left swiftly for the ground,
eyes in the trees closed in sleep, icy winds blew cold and deep.
White trout sank to the lower pools, every cave held a deer,
every crag held the Dragon's eye, geese fell away on the wind
in the forest of the peaceful rain." - Cheryl Leah
The Young Highland Rover
"Loud blow the frosty breezes,
The snows the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover
Far wanders nations over.
Where'er he go, where'er he stray,
May heaven be his warden;
Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonie Castle-Gordon!
The trees, now naked groaning,
Shall soon with leaves be hinging,
The birdies droopingly moaning,
Shall all be blithely singing,
And every flower be springing;
So I'll rejoice the live-long day,
When by his mighty Warden
My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
And lovely Castle-Gordon." - Robert Burns
My Wife's a Wanton Wee Thing
"She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a lovesome wee thing, This dear wee wife of mine.
I never saw a fairer,
I never loved a dearer,
And next my heart I'll wear her,
For fear my jewel be lost,
She is a winsome, wee thing
The world's trouble we share of it
The wrestle and the care of it
With her I'll blithely bare it,
And think my lot divine.
She is a winsome, wee thing" - Robert Burns
