Among the Firs

Among the balsam of the firs

Where the sun flickers and glows,

There’s a lure of old romance

In which myths and legends flow.

 

Fancy dryad wispy whispers

And fairies’ lyrical strains

Enchanting us when we stroll

Mossy paths made lush by rain.

 

Deep in the bosom of the grove

Where the oldest trees reside,

There’s ethereal beauty

In the stillness that abides.

 

Oh, feel the hearts that beat in firs

Gently flutter against ours,

The magic of the moment

Charms us to linger for hours.