When the sun goes down As the worlds falls asleep Taken by Curiosity I behold the forest so deep I hear calling of owls The wind as it howls The last song of the birds 'till dawn To this, I'm most drawn Into a worlds of mystery I journey on embraced by the breeze My only guide be the fireflies And their power to mesmerize The spirits of trees The magnificent canopies Draped in growing vines One by one they intertwine I hear the gentle strum of a lute Mixed with the rush of the water shoot Losing all conciousness of time Discovering a new sublime Out of mist the entitites take flight Forming a cluster of colour and light Harvesting honey and acorns for their kin Twinkling, as they dance on the wind