The Land of the Small

Beside a flowing waterfall
In the land of the small
Colours so radiant
Wall to wall

Toadstool houses
For bugs of all sizes
Colours galore
Full of different surprises

Sunflowers of orange
Grasses of greens
Creeping vines so friendly
Grace this forested scene

Purples, blues
Yellows and reds
Like rainbows rising
From this carpeted spread

Backgrounds of hues
Hazed by the waterfall mist
Elves and nature
In harmony exist

The tree trunk hotel
Where visiting elves stay
Amidst animals of plenty
And their everyday play

Close your eyes
You will be enthralled
In the land of the small
Beside a flowing waterfall 

A Place Called Wonder Wall

My name is Betty the Butterfly, from a place called Wonder Wall
From deep in the forest I was born, beside a beautiful waterfall
This place you have heard of before, it's known as the land of the small
Where everything is micro, where the tallest is not even tall

Azures to translucent fall in the most wonderful of cascades
Where sprays of natures champagne, delight in organic mist display
Lush greens abound all around, whilst colours so radiate
Toadstools, grasses and trees in the most awesome of create

I Betty the Butterfly have the wings to see this at source
Gliding over the spectrum of rainbows, pollination is my course
Just as all the others like me, in proboscis search we furrow
We like watching the furries below us, in tunnel visioned burrow

We live in a carnival of colours, so different from anywhere else
To be ourselves we have to be, and protect our different self's

Mystical Forest

The Summer was coming to an end
As the colours of the trees now speak
So I headed to my little clearing in the woods
Saddened that they have lost their peak

But other views excite me
As I look to the greens turning brown
There are butterflies on their very last flight
As the leaves form a golden gown

But this is much more than a clearing
It's a magical mystical place
If your quiet enough and you are in the right spot
You will be lucky enough to be graced

For against the backdrop of the forest
An image so rarely seen
In majestic pose this mythical beast
Can be seen through the fading green

Every time it makes an appearance
The Autumn fairy enters the scene
Swirling the leaves as she spins in a dance
The unicorn is not just a dream

The leaves now begin to settle
Like a jigsaw they carpet the ground
Toadstools stand proud in ripened pose
As I marvel at nature's surround

My eyes now scout the peripheral
I see a fox, and elves in the trees
To see what I have seen on this end of Summers day
If your not with me, there's just no guarantee


She was Returned

It has been many years since his daughter was lost
If he could bring her back, he would at all costs
Ever since that day he has wandered and roamed
Turned his back on his family, and their loving home

His life on the road left him dishevelled and broke
When he thinks back to the past, it leaves him in choke
Another day on his lonesome travels
A stranger he meets and their discussions unravel

This old man he has met all mysterious and dark
Told him of times going back as far as the Ark
Tales of the Templar's and Merlin the Magician
After hearing the mans story he began to begin

       "I lost my daughter a number of years ago
        She drowned whilst on holiday under a still water flow
        I couldn't comprehend the loss of her life
        The pressure of living, I left my home and my wife"

   "What would you do if your girl could be returned
    Have you ever wondered if fate could be unearned
    If this was possible, would you offer your life
    For your daughter to return to her mother your wife"

   "Remember, many years have passed her death by
    For her past to be relived, there is a reply
    Knights of the ages will descend from their dark
    They will then strike you down, as you begin your embark"
       "My life I have not lived for many a year
        For me to lose mine, I gladly volunteer
        I will die happy for all eternity
        Knowing my daughter will grow old, as it should be"

The old man chants a script of the past
Of an ancient time when fate was cast
The power of they to be able to reverse
To balance their return, they have to reimburse

   "Midnight skies will turn to purple cobalt blues
    Six Templar Knights will stand and surround you
    At your request they will strike you down
    On the sixth stroke, you will face your death gown"

   "A light will appear of which you'll travel through
    But before you do, a young girl runs to you
    Your daughter, in pink and red will run from the light
    She'll run through your soul, as your sleep starts tonight"

The old mysterious man continues on his way
As he passes a house on a hot Summers day
In the garden there sits, a daughter and mother
Discussing the loss of her father, as they begin to recover

She tells of the day whilst on holiday years ago
My husband your father, lost under a still water flow
As we comprehend the loss of his life
Leaving behind his daughter and wife


He Rises

The doors of Hades opens
Upon the earth he'll crawl, the
Serpent is rising


They Followed the Geese

We think we are many, but there are billions of them
Species so different, they so out number us men

Then came that day when natures parameters changed
Something out there happened to us humans so strange

Whether they were robins, starlings, vultures or crows
She's had enough, for the birds she now chose

Formidable they became as they attacked in masses
Wave after wave in lacerated passes

No one was spared, whether mother or child
Some were found, bloodied but smiled

For many months the world has endured
Us facing survival outside we are lured

Ammonia traces as they leave their marks
Reminding who's in charge, the future of humans so stark

If you are fortunate to survive, look to the skies
They followed the geese, their formation to strive

For those of us who are left, underground we reside
If we are to change, it's up to us to decide

The Old One of the Forest

If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be                                    
A picture of our past of the likes of you and me

If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be 
It would have survived from our past, where it roamed so free

If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be 
That man as we are would desire to trap, and charge monies for the world to see

If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be 
The picture, it's pose as it captures our thoughts, this old one we'll never see

If such a beast existed so spectacular it would be 
No evidence has ever been found, so creative us humans can be