A Gathering Of Elves

A gathering of elves
at night in a forest
The trees illuminate
with a pale blue glow
The voices rise and fall
in union and individually
The enchantment of the air
is spontaneous and without intention
The golden drink flows
and fills their mouths
imbibing them with effusive energy
The mellow green fruit
is regenerative and enjoyed deliciously
The melodies and tales
are both courageous and legendary
Tiny glistening night birds
flicker amongst the highest leaves of the trees
their metallic sheened feathers
catch sparkles from the luminescence
of the elvish lit event
And then they are gone
and a peaceful darkness
leaves the forest to rest
blessed in restored blissfulness.

August 18th 2021, late evening