Moonlight bathed the silver aspen
as crickets played a serenade.
A gentle chorus sung the wren,
connecting hearts of troll and maid.

The flowers gently shed perfume,
to blend with earth's soft musky scent.
The lovely maid the brightest bloom,
the trees nobly bowed their consent.

On the ground lay fuzzy catkin,
which glowed with ambered autumn hue,
a carpet over moss grown thin;
sparkling with night's first fallen dew.

The birds gently sang love's refrain
so they could dance to Nature's waltz.
Moonbeams shone upon ebon mane.
As maid sang soft, troll found no faults.

A chance meeting brought sweet romance,
a merging of both soul and mind.
A connection built at first glance,
that left in forest hearts entwined.

Moonlight bathed the silver aspen,
as crickets played a serenade.
A gentle chorus sung the wren,
connecting hearts of troll and maid.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Mayan, in the year 482 AF.