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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.

A Tale of Elves and Fairies

At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it

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

Night in the Autumnal Wood

Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.

The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.

Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.

But in the middle of the wood –
There is a clearing fair –
An elf is sitting under the trees –
Lost in musing –
I was sunk in better times.

Silent, timeless -
One with nature –
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.

The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves

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

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

Phoenix from the AshesPhoenix can be a lot. First of all, in ancient times he was used as a sign or omen in many cultures and countries, e.g. Greece, Egypt, Ancient Rome, China, Theban, the Hebrews, Mexico, the Orient and as well in Christianity. For some of them the Phoenix even was a god.

The Phoenix is a symbol of immortality and of resurrection. The origin of its name comes from a Greek word which refers to the coulour of fire: red. According to legend, the Phoenix died and resuscitated in the purifying fire.

According to the belief of different countries the Phoenix shows the appearance of different birds. In Greek and Egpytian mythology it was a heron. In

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

Dream of an Elf

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

I imagine a World

I imagine a world
With slopes, green meadows
With little huts in the vast garden
With little children watering plants
Which are waiting for rain in the sun.
They do what pleases to them.

I imagine a world
With a yellow beach at a blue sea
With colourful fishes and white mussels.
The children come here to play.
They are lying in the warm sand and snuggle up.
They play like it pleases to them.

I imagine a world
With a green, cool forest
With small birds and colourful feathers.
The children's song echoes through the trees.
None of them knows the word "sorrow".
They sing what pleases to them.

I imagine a world
Where only childr

Nature's Night Song

Everywhere cool and silent
The trees spread their shadows.
And I feel, speechless bowing,
That I am deeply sheltered.

It is as if the sky
Has silently kissed the earth
That she in nature's glory
Now has to dream of him.

In the forest, there is a green spot.
It is shady and is clear,
Has still seen anybody
Except the stars – and me.

The wind blows through the fields,
The gras waves gently.
The woods rustle silently
So starlit is the night.

Bright, in a solemn bow,
Star for star rises from the wood
And in the hills around nestles
The land and keeps silence.

And my soul spreads
Widely its wings,
Flies through the sile

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The wood liked to talk in the speech of beech and oak.
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.
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I look around –
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I see –
The green protects them against frost, snow and rain.

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I listen –
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The fresh and cool air is heavenly,
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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.
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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.

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Winter at my little Creekby *Malintra-Shadowmoon

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©2013 *Malintra-Shadowmoon

This is "my" little creek, I have already described in one of my poems. Now it is wintertime and the beautiful old trees are all deprived of their leaves. This is one representative of that peaceful place.

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*Forestina-Fotos Mar 5, 2013

Lovely ole tree.

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, it is a beautiful place out there

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=Wonderer1000 Feb 16, 2013

Wunderschöne Baumaufnahme!! Gefällt mir sehr gut!! LG Michaela

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Feb 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Danke, es freut mich sehr, daß es dir gefällt. Dieses Bild bedeutet mir auch sehr viel. Ich denke, daß ich eine Winteraufnahme dieser Szenerie nicht besser hätte hinbekommen können. Ich freue mich schon auf den Frühling/Sommer. Da versuche ich es noch einmal mit Blättern

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Mood: Wow!

=EveFromLove Feb 13, 2013 Professional Writer

Love
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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Feb 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks. You sound as if you like it

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=EveFromLove Feb 16, 2013 Professional Writer

Of course...it's wonderful!

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~seth-ravenclaw Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

that's one massive tree!

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*Malintra-Shadowmoon Feb 4, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

There are a lot of them, yes, but this one is the most beautiful I think

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~seth-ravenclaw Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

i think the same. ^^

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