Small feet dancing through the leaves,
Those cover the summer dry forest ground,
Pale white footed souls setting foot on ground,
Brown tattooed feet meeting air.
Sun orange, wheat gold,
Water blue, crystal purple,
Loose wave like fabric,
Creating quiet ripples in the wind,
When quick dancing prevails.
Youthful laughter tossed between shady trees,
Innocent voices echoed across sky reflecting surface,
Light energy submerged into a midsummer’s dance,
Sun peaking light between trees,
Spying six young fairies’,
Circling their queen beauty.