The Flawless Forest.

When I lay my head on a pillow I Dream of both oak, Ash, and Willow,
A perfect forest filled with streams, but I know this place is only a dream,
I wish to travel there every night to gaze upon the blissful moonlight,
It melts away thoughts of tomorrow, distilling hateful deeds and sorrow.

It is my place that on one can take and I have mirth until I awake,
In the forest deep with mottled bark is were I'm most content with the dark,
Phantoms cannot penetrate this world. It is protected by Brownies and Sprites,
Satyrs blow wind-pipes, music unfurled for the stars of this place is the light.

The flawless forest where every crow larks, a perfect forest hidden in dark...