Kalavale
by Michael Doyle

In a Finnish wood
Where life is understood
To be a magical thing
There were songs to sing
And laughter filled the air
The night washed away care
As we looked on the beauty
There amidst the trees

A different music filled the air
With a beat that did ensnare
As strangers we began to dance
Some of headed toward romance
Others as if in some sort of trance
Through smoke from the fire
We asked what it was that did inspire

An artist to paint these scenes
As if seen from our own wild dreams
Filled with colors that on canvas popped
While the mead poured and never stopped
This then was our moment’s celebration
Greeted this day with new born fascination
The artist never answered as to the why
But instead danced satisfied with a sigh

(c) December 3, 2022 Michael Doyle
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