Fantasy....(Or Is It?) Poem by zarina binda

There is this wood,
Or so they say...
Filled with fairies,
Not decay...
A couple of centaurs,
A griffin perhaps...
And more of those creatures,
That u dream of in math’s.

Those big green trees hanging full of swings,
By elves and nymphs and things...
Its is the playground of oh, so many.
Care to join?
There is room for plenty.
It is where the fresh water trickles down into a creek,
Where the leprechauns make you shriek....
Where they play their little devious tricks,
Where they chase after you with mini sticks....

And farther up near a waterfall,
The unicorn stands proud and tall....
Its mighty horn up in the air,
But please don’t take to long a stare....

But I am afraid I have said to much.
About the fairies elves and such and such...
So hereby I will and this rhyme,
And disappear with the sound....
Of a chime
....