A children’s book I love is The Neverending Story by Michael Ende.
I loved in particular Chapter XIII “Perilin, the Night Forest”, The images stayed in my mind, and I wrote this poem. Enjoy!
New Night The Night Forest is lovely The luminous plants, the enchanted trees Cast a special spell over my soul. They all die each morning And are born again Fresh and new Each evening. Can my night thoughts too be transmuted Into such special beauty Continuously dying Ever born again? Can I meet each Night Fresh and new?