Sommartorpet — A Prose Poem

Amidst verdant fields and lazy streams,
A cottage stands, a haven of dreams.
Here two friends come to escape the fray,
And rediscover their inner child at play.

The sun shines bright, its golden rays, Warming skin and hearts ablaze.
The gentle breeze carries a sweet scent, Of wildflowers that are heaven-sent.

They climb trees and pluck wildflowers, Watch squirrels scurry and birds take showers.
Dragonflies and butterflies dance in the breeze, Their patterns intricate, a sight to please.

The moon shines bright, casting shadows deep,
As the women marvel at nature's sweep.
The wind whispers in the night, And trees rustle, a haunting sight.

Enchanted by nature's rhythm and rhyme,
They spend their days in a simple clime.
Forgetting the rush of city life, Embracing the pace of nature's strife.

One day, they hear a haunting melody, Wafting through the forest in its symphony.
Drawn by the enigmatic notes, They follow the music's potent throes.

They come upon a clearing in the wood, Where a group of people have stood.
Dancers sway to the rhythm's beat, Their movements graceful and hypnotic, a treat.

Suddenly, a stranger appears, Tall and enigmatic, he allays their fears.
His piercing eyes seem to see their soul, His voice soothing, making them whole.

The enigma disappears as quickly as he came, Leaving them to contemplate his mystic name.
Their thoughts linger on the forest's power, And the spirits that dwell within its bower.

They seek the counsel of the sage, Whose words of warning, a somber gauge.
The spirits of the forest are capricious and strong, And their wrath can last for ages long.

The women are both alarmed and intrigued, By the tales of the forest's power that's unseen.
They research legends and folklore, Hoping to unlock the forest's mystic door.

Their quest leads them to a sorceress's lair, A witch of old, exiled with her power to bear.
They find a hidden glade deep in the woods, A twisted old tree with roots that brood.

They approach it with reverence and awe, Feeling a sense of the mystic law.
For they have found the heart of the forest, Where the spirits of nature are at their strongest.

In this idyllic summer cottage in Sweden, Two friends found the magic of nature's rhythm.
They learned to harness its power and flow, And let their inner child's spirit grow.