Elf Poem by Daniel Reurink

This man of short stature
Was in the tomb of nature
He fused his being with the tree's
So that each their own could see
Feeling this was that and who
Amongst the underbrush a song

'Sing ye tree's
Set Bacchus free
Till morn anew
Fresh and through
Expand thy leaf
Fall gravity down
Replenish the grass
Grass so green
Be at peace
Live in a tree
Set free thy will
Become all stilled'

In deep the forest foretold
That the elf was feverishly cold
He needed fire to heat the core
Of his sand upon the floor
The tree's whispered in his ears
Do as thou wilt my dear
So as he found his nectar bliss
He feel in love with the land tis

His dreams of fragments
Were long begotten
He felt his elfish was forgotten
The time he fell into entity
He compounded his life in rarity

Let us sing the song of his moon

'Reflect dazzling emerald
The twilight passes
Aemryst beauty
Showing her glee
Shining sapphire
Beyond the crust
Magnetic relation
To our core'

The songs of the elf will be heard thus
As he himself was natures trust
And he is but a grain of sand
Now deep centered in the woods
Is a fountain of youth
Daily he bathed so his thoughts were anew
Upon his realm of thought
He was a man a caught
Here is his song of sun

'Thy beating photon
Agent of light
Information genesis
Corruption of fright
Fleeting love to all
Expand thy rate
Shine through ages
Making goldilocks state'

Now the elf of the woods
Stood in the pace of life
He contended his being along the tides

This song of life is infused
With myself and others
In this retreat of solstice
The elf's essence is restored
And thy fleeting son of rocks

'Hardened like steel
Magic appeal
Fortress of ages
Mountain sages
Behind the hills
Formation of sand
Reaching skyward
Deep in earth
Magma flowing
Flux of self
Essence growing
Battle with water
Making forms
Esoteric reaction
Detach'

So this song of life expels
A fleeting moment chime
In such a such a way
The magic of divine
The elf of time stilled
His memory of will
He sings his tune to nature
And expects nothing in return
Thus the rapture promotes light
As one can see one can't
Therefore let him recite
Thyne line of air

'Ether combust
Pinnacle of breath
Fire dances
Movement pressure
Essence of life
Fulfill thyne cup
Movement of self
Inside my core
Breath of life
Death of strife
Nature's health
Beyond the self'

The elf in the forest stable
Found within his clause a fable
A moment of bliss beyond him
And such he relates

'O alas thyne spell is wove
It grows and flows the most
Centered inside the being of queen
It releases its power and scheme
In moments recollected
It feels itself connected
To the universe and cosmos
Enstaring his vision'

Let us sing again the song of water

'O myriad eternal
Bless this life internal
Grace of life and sea
Power through me
Express thyne will
Harvest my perception
Be water stilled
A flawless complexion
Rivers and snow alike
The great ocean of light
Expanding every year
Receding every year
Control the inner wisdom
Grace to the heat
Silent always
Learn to beat'

As flowing the years of elf
He founded his idiom of self
To produce a making lie
That we all perish and die
As such, the forest grew silent
Not even the owl spoke
For in this forest was a wolf
He silently searched for growth
Finding only the herbs and roots
He seen the elf on a noose
This is the song of wolf

'O my moon
I howl all day long
Can't you feel me
I am one with you
I feed upon prey
That hierarchy instills
I love your reflection
And craters of light
Can't you save me
I feel incomplete
Thus my pack
As a formation one
Seeks refuge in rocks
Were time stands still
Flying through land
We use our paws
Living is thus
A communion of pack

The elfs song lost in time
He fell into his personal rhyme
As such the elf lives in trees
They are hard to spot and see
He is of noble Saxon birth
His landscape of thought enters in
And floods through every fin
As such, the elf always knows
To which way the winds ablow
Here is his song of wind

'Circular motion
Force and height as one
Movement occurring
Silence of atoms
Breath of gods
Ample divination
Expressing mother
In all racing moments

The nature of this elf was all nature
And the fabric of reality controlled
His will and power to seek out
Those in he found his rhythm
Now here is his own tune

'Spheres around me
I seek shelter
Tears surround me
I live in hope
Prayers adhere me
So does thy will
Selfishness astounds me
So I feel still
Words ground me
And thus I am
Spells found me
Thus I am free'

The elf in the woods finds
His own cycliliner cycle
He knows his energy of trees
And thus he feeds and seeds
Thyne wind blows due self
To bandits and meager doubts
As thus the song of heat
Is now transformed to his beat

'Heat so hot
Hot so cold
Every essence
Dies and grows
Such a way
Combusts the ether
Providing flames
To all the keepers'

The elf was found inside
Yet he lives outside in the woods
Feeling his moment chime
He reveals the song of time

'Time so lovely
Jove so time
Essence exposing
Linear lives
Motion potential
All is a guise
Energy in time
And time is essence'

What moves this elf to the trees
Its his thoughts alone thus he's free
So sing an ode to nature
Before all becomes extinct
The race of elfs is in between
All the forest, mud, and underbog serene
As the elf recites its old
He is beyond his years a told
Now he sings of fire

'Dancing magic
In the ether
Furious feature
Wizard flames
Conical of heat
Prime essence
Substance defeat
Power awing
Cleaning agent
Powerful detengement

The elf now felt the forest
Its log and tress within the mire
Dire were these songs of his
That felt the air, birds and tis
A spell of self over demise
As such ample thoughts devise
Here is a lyre of old notes
Listen as we speed and float

'Life is a river
A source connected
It flows in essence
And develops haste
The river running
Down to the stream
The serene of magic
Comes to us clean
Dispelled are myths
A lake of source
That flows tither
A feeling begunst
The roots of self
Self is nothing
And nothing is self
Expand they will
Float to the sea'

The mystic elf repelled his song
As such the beat moves along
To story himself in a guise
To what to what a surprise
This song a hymn of mystery
Comes to me from the sea
The sea of Poseidon's reach
Thus the wild elf named Artemis
Lives and thrives on green
This is the muse of wild

'Trails and tracks
Along the road
That instills the wild
A child of nature
In between chorus
Such the wild sparks
A herald lark of day
Night comes soothing
As such thyne will abates
Essence of nature
Within and without
Is all and nothing
The wild grows
So my self flows'

The wild elf in the woods
Succumbs to the forest stood
As thus thyself gains front
Of an elf that loves magic
The magic of what is what
The story of grace and death
He is a mouth of soul
And such is a way of muse
Let us here his muse

'Song a sing of heavenly notes
The forest gives and floats
Upon the essence of love
Creation that dispels trust
Thus the world mused
The world in its entity
Controls the will of self
The reincarnation of non-being
Is found within Mother
Mother is all of our free will
And the trust she gives
Is beyond what lives'

Here ends the muse of elf.