The woods perform their nightly serenade,
a million voices blending into one;
Fair dryads play their mystical charade,
the forest spirits joining in the fun.
***
A magical cacophony of sound,
a waterfall's cascade of silver drums -
In their Nirvana paradise was found,
and to this haunting splendor I succumbed.
***
I slept upon a bed of softest moss,
a nightingale was lulling me to sleep;
I dreamt of Jesus coming off his cross,
His pain and saintly grandeur made me weep.
***
I'll never be the same after that night -
I felt like Heaven shared its golden light.
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