Post by Lyra Weasley on May 4, 2009 19:59:47 GMT -8
Lyra Weasley walked into the Forbidden Forest. it was forbidden and kids were never to go in there but nobody listened to the rules in these days. Or any days.
The trees in the old wood looked old. As if they used to dance. Dance with a song. A song that rang out threw the ears of animals still unknown to people. But the trees looked old and worn. Especially their trunks.
The old trunks looked like worn out dancing shoes. It reminded Lyra of her friend's old shoes. She's dance. Lyra would sing. It was something the two friends would always do. They were so different yet...they were the same. Is that even possible?
Lyra ducked at a low branch. She looked ahead at a clearing. There sat a rock. She walked up to it and looked at the trees. Then she clambered onto it and started to sing softly.
Where are the dancing shoes. When did you dance? Where will I go. Without you. A song is only good. When there is a tree. A Tree that shines. so come back and dance. I don't care. If it's the tango. I don't care if it insults me. Just dance for me. Don't shy away from chances. Just walk a crowd.
And Dance. I'll sing. Sing to you----sing to you--------dance like you used to. Whether it be. In my dreams. Or will it slow. To be nothing meant. Or no time spent. To learn how to dance. Dance of your own---free--------will-------------------
Lyra stopped singing as she heard silent footsteps. They were trying to be quiet. She slid down the rock and went over to the other side. Hidden. But she could still see. She waited for the person to enter into the clearing.
The trees in the old wood looked old. As if they used to dance. Dance with a song. A song that rang out threw the ears of animals still unknown to people. But the trees looked old and worn. Especially their trunks.
The old trunks looked like worn out dancing shoes. It reminded Lyra of her friend's old shoes. She's dance. Lyra would sing. It was something the two friends would always do. They were so different yet...they were the same. Is that even possible?
Lyra ducked at a low branch. She looked ahead at a clearing. There sat a rock. She walked up to it and looked at the trees. Then she clambered onto it and started to sing softly.
Where are the dancing shoes. When did you dance? Where will I go. Without you. A song is only good. When there is a tree. A Tree that shines. so come back and dance. I don't care. If it's the tango. I don't care if it insults me. Just dance for me. Don't shy away from chances. Just walk a crowd.
And Dance. I'll sing. Sing to you----sing to you--------dance like you used to. Whether it be. In my dreams. Or will it slow. To be nothing meant. Or no time spent. To learn how to dance. Dance of your own---free--------will-------------------
Lyra stopped singing as she heard silent footsteps. They were trying to be quiet. She slid down the rock and went over to the other side. Hidden. But she could still see. She waited for the person to enter into the clearing.
