Day 2 - Tree Shade

Down
in the middle
of the glade,
stands a little
broken blade,
that was used to
cut the grass.

There
in the midst of
fragrant hues,
floats a mist of
twirling blues,
in the place that
they would pass.

They
were a mixed and
random bunch,
with a fixed and
hampered lunch,
looking for a
picnic spot.

She
had been drinking
from the stream,
and was thinking
of her dream,
which quite soon would
be forgot.

They
having found the
fragrant mist,
had unbound their
vagrant tryst,
and were sitting
munching brunch.

She
having heard the
noise they made,
had returned now
to the glade,
saw the four of
them at lunch.

Quick
knowing dangers
lurking there,
warns the strangers
eating fare,
to return the
way they came.

No,
laughing at this
wild girl spry,
with a madness
in her eye,
they'll just stay here
all the same.

But
knowing peril
from the mist
still is feral
in their midst
it will soon be
far too late.

Grabs
blanket laden
at their feet,
running maiden
beats retreat,
and is chased by
three irate.

Well,
better three might
live than none,
thinks the tree sprite
on the run,
as she starts to
climb her tree.

Then
blanket leaving
on a limb,
her form weaving
dissolves in,
to the tree that's
made her be.

Back
to the person
left behind,
but at curs-ed
spot they find,
vanished friend and
food all up.

Now
in the middle
of the glade,
by the little
broken blade,
rests a single
picnic cup.