Within the idyll woodland
the faun and nymph cavort.
Leisure is their pleasure
Fantasy their Court.

Deep and dark surround them,
Bright and light pervade,
Opposition calling
Their natures and their ways.

Frolic, fun and freedom
Fill their lovely days
Thru seasons , shadows storming,
These woodland creatures play.

Their natural need for pleasure
Makes clear their selfsame minds
And frees them from tradition
As instinct rules their time.

The faun and nymph are calling
Us all to join the game
Where joy and passion gather
Where love and lust's the same.