The Grove

Far off in a mystic forest there is a peculiar place to be
A place that removes all worries and all complaints for free
The air is so fresh, crisp, and enjoyable than anything else in the world
In the silent grove I play and stay alone

In the Grove the elves visit me daily
They bring me food and gifts gaily
I accept them graciously and they sing off in a wide chorus
In that silent Grove today we will all prosper

Then there were others, a centaur, a dwarf and a wolf
They three came to play with me and take away my worries
We played all day, any game for what seemed to be ages
The time had passed lightning fast in the Grove, I had to leave

Many years later I returned to that place only to find ruin
It was charred and barren and nothing was anywhere
The trees were gone, and the plants were missing,
There were no animals playing, and the elves weren't singing

All gone, my Grove, my shelter and my peace.
So I planted new seedlings and will return in the spring
I must go again, to be with my family, soon I will be back again For another journey, and another adventure in the new Grove.