I walked out to my patio for my last cigarette
On my lawn fluorescent lights in perfect silhouette
This can't be right I told myself
For in winter mushrooms do not glow
But I watched in stunned amazement
As the ring of mushrooms grew
And then I heard a tinkling sound
Music sweet to the ear
And at that point I realized
That the faerie folk were here
The mushrooms glowing in the night
Their shelter from the cold
Their simple songs of peace and love
Were simple songs of old
I knelt transfixed by what I saw
Those dancing faerie lights
But all to soon this magic beauty
Vanished just like the Northern Lignts
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
I walked out to my patio for my last cigarette
On my lawn fluorescent lights in perfect silhouette
This can't be right I told myself
For in winter mushrooms do not glow
But I watched in stunned amazement
As the ring of mushrooms grew
And then I heard a tinkling sound
Music sweet to the ear
And at that point I realized
That the faerie folk were here
The mushrooms glowing in the night
Their shelter from the cold
Their simple songs of peace and love
Were simple songs of old
I knelt transfixed by what I saw
Those dancing faerie lights
But all to soon this magic beauty
Vanished just like the Northern Lignts
There is magic in the air, you just have to believe
