What is that
There, in the woods
a shine, a hint of blue.
Among the green.

Now I see it
There, in the woods
A watery, clear blue
Like ice, yet more fluid

Let’s get closer
to the water standing in the woods
But how can it stand there, shiny and blue
Against the gravity pulling it down?

Oh, I see.
It’s just a sculpture in the woods
Made out of a glass, so watery blue
Not magical at all.

But I was sure
That it was a miracle in the woods
The feeling of disappointment makes me blue
And I give up on the magic

But why?
There is more in the woods
Flowers of different colors, red, yellow, and blue
And I believe again.