She walks on velvet moss below her feet
Balancing and gingerly watching her footing
In the meadow ahead
Through the ancient oaks draped in moss
Like curtains shielding grand windows
Lies a solid rock
An inviting place to sit
She places her feet one in front of the other
Toes damp with leaves stuck on bottom
Light breeze giving the leaves something to whisper about
Ahead, a large purple crystal
Topped by fairytale fairies
Summoning her to the entrance leading to the
Underworld
Below the canopy of trees
She shivers with the breeze
This sounds like a page from a story. I wonder what will happen next?
Good idea. I’ll start writing what happens next. Thank you.
Love these images. Seems like a magical place. Especially liked this line:
“Light breeze giving the leaves something to whisper about”
Made me think there is some secret hidden in this place.
Thank you so much