A Spenserian sonnet about a mystic tableau.
|A mountain stream meanders through yon vale,
away from noise and flashing neon glare.
This rustic scene unfolds in fine detail.
The scent of honeysuckle fills the air.
Some hummingbirds are seeking nectar there,
as rippling water murmurs ancient tunes.
Along enchanted banks, a playful pair
of pixies dance to songs the river croons.
Whenever sultry summer afternoons
oppress, they join their clan to dance and play
in sparkling waters, where the group communes
without restraint amid the cooling spray.
Eternal themes and mystic scenes abound
and make our pixie wonderland renowned.