Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Waterfall Elves

When the moon shines bright,
And the nights are long,
Deep in mountain's might,
You can hear their songs.

Notes float, drift away.
Elven music sounds
Blend with water spray,
Joyful without bounds.

Sunrise heralds morn,
Nature's chorus ends.
Youthful, never born,
Elves await day's end.

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