Poetic Earth

Hag Stone

Look through,
but only once,
and see what hides.
Just beyond the veil—
awaits a trippy ride.

Little flying dancers
glimmer, spin, and sway,
painting spells in moonlight,
then fluttering away.

A forest hums with laughter,
the trees begin to sing,
time slips off its axis—
and you forget everything.