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There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.

Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.

There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.

Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection o

Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.

My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.

In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.

I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.

Then, at last – the cloud

My Old Friend

I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.

Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade

Deeply rooted in Mother Earth

Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.

As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.

So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!

Entreaties to Nature

You gave us the sun for our time
And we know that when it will sink forever
Also each life on this planet will be extinguished.
In vain were all hopes, plans
And their fulfilments.

Let our hearts love and not hate,
Let our hands do good whenever it is needed
So that they help and do not kill.

Let our transitory and often hard lifes
Find faith and support with your powers.
With that we put up resistance to
Injuries and afflictions and do not let us
Deviate from our good intentions.

When our lips express our thoughts
Let them always form words of truth and of good will.
And that nobody is harmed in his dignity and reputation
By

A Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope

I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.

Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.

But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the

Nocturnal Woods

I see the sky, the moon and the earth -
Dreaming, meditating.
It is the air, the fields and the woods ...
Starlit is the night.
My soul relaxes
And floats through the silence.

Second! Stand still and stay!
You are just so wonderful!
Let all the others move on,
Drops in the sea of time -
Past.

The wood does not hear the waves,
But the trees know my silent song.
Leaves are touched by the moonlight.
Stricken by the silvery wonder,
My heart sees the truth of existence.

Some Time in InfinityBut I know there is another world
Some time in infinity.
Some time I will meet you again,
In the light dwelling of continuity.

I lay at the creek and think of you,
Not far from me you are standing.
The water is quiet,
Your leaves do not rustle,
Silenced in my heart as well
Every day's pain neverending.

You give me strength,
You comfort me,
Also in the greatest need.

My thanks are yours,
My good friend, my tree,
Forever,
Never I would like to miss you.

You are the ashes,
Burnt in many dreams.
But from your ashes,
The diamond is forming itself.

I hold a diamond into the starlight,
Move myself to its radiance.
How the ligh

The Choice between Life and DeathThere was a time in this life that was my happiest but also the most sorrowful. In this short period I was allowed to live the highest feelings of gladness but also learned a lot of things. I have learned that a connection should never be one-way or the other one did not know what to begin with. And the moral was – but I hope it was not my final lesson – an elemental soul and a human soul can never be soul mates.

I never have had what is called numerous friendships, was always confronted with the words "You are strange". Thus made me very distrusting towards people around me and I preferred getting lost in astral travel rather than

I Join Hands With You

I join hands with you,
Take them, when you need them,
Because you are not alone.

Seize them, whenever you want,
Because you will not fall.

Ask for this hand,
Because friendship is nearness.

Feel their lives, when you are cold,
Because life is warmth.

Let them go when you want to fly,
Because freedom is in you.

This hand will hold you,
Whenever you wish,
But it will never seize you,
For this hand will help,
It wants no control..
…NEVER…

Finding Yourself

Give your soul the calm which it needs
To make itself audible
Because the voice of your soul is gentle
And its power can only flourish in silence.

Only then your soul will fill you with life
And you will be so like you really are.
You are you!
Never in your life you will be someone else.
Thus accept yourself as the one whom you are
Because you have to spent your whole life with you.

Enchanted Paths

Fundamentally, the world dreams of a magic subtle and bright.

Here, the nature lies wet with dew – no human hand has ever hurt it.
The scent of flowers floats through the air and the herbs wave gently in the wind.
Only a soft melody of elfish nature – carried by silence – enormously delicate.

Here lie the dreams that will become truth,
Here lies the real power of Earth.
On enchanted paths, born by elven magic –
Everything shall be possible and the way is full of wonders.

The Four Elements of Nature

Never deal careless with the elements,
Treat them with respect,
Because they are powerful and otherwise can easily get out of control.
Here is to apply as well: Respect, attention, carefulness and conscious way how to deal with fire, water, air and earth And the creatures who will bring those energies to humanity!
According to an old tradition the air is the breath of life, the water is the potion of life, the fire is the warmth of life and The earth is the food of all life.

What would we be without them?

When we listen to our heart and look into our inner selves,
Then we will find the truth there –
We only have to trust ourse

The Tree's Name

The tree grew in the midst of the Old Forest.

A lot of people went for a walk in this forest. But mostly they did not notice the tree. It stood a little off the road. There it had its place where it had grown naturally.

The tree was still young, but already very strong. Its roots were deeply anchored in Mother Earth. It had strong branches and many twigs where birds liked to nest. The birds were its friends. They felt well there because of the tranquillity and the strength of the tree. Its leaves became dark-red in autumn and were wonderfully veined.

The tree had a dream. It wanted to know its name.

During one long dark and cold winter it

I am a fighting-dogI am playful, I am still young and my soul is still pure.
I have been waiting for a friend, for someone who likes me!
Then you came! Alas - how glad I have been,
I did not know how it feels when a human hand reaches for one!
But then - It hurt so much. And I did not know why!
Now it is time to just defend myself, to snap at your hands!
But it is getting worse and goes on, slap for slap, day by day!

I have thirst and hunger. You, my master, give me something.
Slaps and blows are now routine! But then!!
A calf was laid at my paws, they force me and beat me with the rod.
Alas, what does my master wants me to do!
I should tear that ani

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Golden shades lie on the autumnal wood.
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Wild ducks who fly on sadly
Have nothing to regret and are far from this doom.

Being sorry for whom?
We all are wandering, roving –
You come and go and leave the empty home.
It dreams of those who roam through the world
And deep in the pool the moonlight is drowning.

I am alone. Everywhere reigns silence.
The wild ducks have gone by the wind long ago.
I am yearning for the leaves' abundance –
On the damp woody ground multi-coloured jewels are gathering.

Although, the flames of colours are manifold,
The yellow foliage of the a

Autumnal Woodlands

Violent winds rush through the dark wood,
I feel –
The leave-strewn soil is bitter cold.

Colourful leaves lend wings to fantasy,
I look around –
Orange and yellow blend in comfortable harmony.

Thick beech trunks are ivy-clad,
I see –
The green protects them against frost, snow and rain.

Through the forest echoes a mysterious melody,
I listen –
Rustling and creaking form a symphony.

Huge clouds move across the land,
I revel –
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The fresh and cool air is heavenly,
I breathe deep –
I stay and enjoy the pure scent of the autumnal wood.

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Eternal Wood

by *Malintra-Shadowmoon, Sep 7, 2012, 2:56:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
In your halls dwells peace.
With your incessant rustle
You still the longing of my heart.

In silent devotion, the mouth must
Fail there miserably.
Only bird-singing has here the right
To beat the time.

Each tree loves its neighbour,
Together they carry the weight.
Caress each other tenderly with the branches,
Hugs themselves when they like.

For how many animals do you offer
A safe habitat?
For how many flowers do you care
Which trust blindly your protection?

Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
Mother Earth may preserve you.
At all times and forever
You should develop yourself freely.

Eternal Woodby *Malintra-Shadowmoon

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

Questions to the forest and the beauty of its living.

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*Ebonsong Apr 21, 2013

Almost sounds like a prayer to Nature.

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Apr 21, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, in some way it is

~CreeppingDeath Apr 15, 2013 Student Digital Artist

nice!

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Apr 21, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks

~RasberryHiyata Sep 12, 2012 Student Filmographer

This is a very nice poem. It definitely stirred my latent feelings of wanting to explore and just relax in a wooded area.

I really wish I could meld and bend words to make such refreshing feelings in poetry. I'm good at writing short stories or novels, but I've never been able to write a nice poem outside of haiku's. My wording tends to be too blunt. :c

*Malintra-Shadowmoon Sep 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you. Probably it works because the trees and me are one ^^

By the way I am very bad at drawing. And concerning writing I prefer poetry and even non-fiction essays to novels or short stories. Sometimes my poems are narrative and thus make them little short stories but real novels....

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