Music of the Forest

I stumbled through the forest feet heavy like lead. My feet stumbling over twigs, my arms whacked by branches. I push through to the edge of a clearing and fall to my knees, in awe at the scene that laid before me.

In the center of the clearing lay a girl wearing a green gossamer dress that seemed to almost glow in the moonlight.
Her red hair flowing down her back in waves that seemed almost like it was setting the forest ablaze. A crown of flowers sat upon her brow, and I noticed the smallest hint of pointed ears poke out from the fiery hair that engulfed her. 

She lay on her side asleep, her chest rising and falling. As fireflies danced endlessly in the night.