The floating mist dances to and fro,

Dressed in gold-spun robes aglow;

Swirling to the harmonious melody

Where even rocks and shrubs agree.

Eternal water splashes down the stones,

With a roaring noise a bit like trombones;

And this was the sacred elven prophecy,

As long as it lived there would be beauty.

The dancers danced and the water sang,

All across the secret land it rang;

Accompanied by the song of every heart,

The waterfall played the major part.

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• Date written: July 8, 2017 • Word Count: 80 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 3 •