The Verdant Enchantress

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A mystic figure emerges, lost in green's embrace. Leaves weave a crown, a verdant wreath that stays, As nature's whispers breathe life into her face. Her eyes, like pools of moonlit night, Reflect the secrets of the forest deep. The rustle of leaves, a gentle, soothing light, That guides the soul through darkness, to a mystic sleep. In this wild, verdant heart, we find our own, A reflection of the beauty, yet unknown. The enchantress beckons, with a gentle hand, To follow the path, through the forest's mystic land. In her gaze, our own spirit begins to unfold, Like petals of a flower, to the sun's warm gold. The verdant enchantress, a guardian of the earth, Stands as a symbol, of rebirth.