Enchantment for Few - text
The earth holds countless havens where solace may be found, by a tender heart.
The last flame flickers and dies
The camp is asleep, except for one
He alone appreciates the delicate sounds and visions
brought before him by the forest at twilight
Fireflies dance in the cool air to the sound of the crickets' serenade. A gentle smile forms on the watcher's lips. But the owl's cries fade away and the night's creatures hide before the rising mist as dawn comes...