Upon fearful trees lays a smoky veil
Obscuring and confusing a perfect view
Through the house of Gaia, there is no trail.
Yet around the unseen shine stunning hues.
What lies within those covered trees
That seem to hold such mystery?
What magic holds the veil upon the reeds
Lining the still lake and gentle streams?
How can one majestic scene
Be both serene and fearful
As if it were a vivid dream
Both nightmare and hopeful?
(Artwork by me, quick oil sketch from imagination)