Through ferns and brushes
And silver birch rushes
And leaves that have rotted away
Through hills and dales
And aromatic smells
And a wood that has no way

Where fairies once dwelt
On a land made of felt
Where the bracken is disarray
And the birds and the bees
And the broad slender trees
That never give right of way

By the deep turquoise pool
Where a zephyr blows cool
Over frog-laden lillies for days
An aeolian song purrs
Into a silence that stirs
Which the enchanted forest allays

As day becomes night
As the dark takes the light
And the moon casts shadows astray
A hoot from an owl
As night creatures prowl
Through the magic that stole the day

Right through the night
Shone the mad moonlight
Where circles of fairies did play
It was such a thing
To see the fairies take wing
And from the dead wood, fade away…..
by Jemia