Hypnotised, mesmerised, mystified.
Caught within an Enchanted Glen
Imaginary beings appear
Then disappear again.
A melodic siren-song
Is carried on the wind
Which fades away to silence
And gently starts again.
The chirping of the birds above
Blend with the trickle of the stream
Sunbeams cascade through the trees
This appears to be a dream.
A bumblebee flies by my ear
And then off into the wood
A butterfly floats overhead
Yes, I think I’m Feeling Good!
Nature casts a magic spell
On those who watch in awe
The brilliance of the natural world
Even when it’s been seen before.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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