Deep Forest Life of the Faerie
Deep forest life holds many secrets rarely, if ever, seen.
Believe if you will in the fae, sit a spell, list to their tale,
In deep forest where moss grows thick in darkest green,
Imagine the life so quiet and peaceful far beyond the veil.
Enter into the long forgotten world of the tiny souls,
Forgotten by many who went forth into the new world
Where there was no time for beliefs of the very young
Or memories of the very old, who once travelled
Among the magical lands of love and laughter
Where happiness reigned and spirits were kind.
Faeries once lived openly in meadows where wildflowers
Sang to the sun the birds called forth, where cottonwood trees
Sent fluffs of cotton for the fae with no wings to ride upon,
And drift o’er the land seeking beauty, in joyous fascination
Did they soar where the gentle breezes guided them,
Where they alighted on a sweet-scented flower in the sun,
Or on a lily pad floating gently in a pond of serenity,
When their only care was a friendly bird will soon come
To give them flight back to their little cottage in the village,
There they would slumber till the early morning sun awoke.
It was a time of open minds and open love for all creation,
A time of peace and harmony for all, with simple joys,
When the songs of nature spoke in delightful bliss,
Brooks bubbled forth with giggles that splashed over rocks,
Morning birds sang sweetly and night birds sang lullabies,
Winged faeries darted here and there gathering petals,
To adorn their gowns and acorn caps to wear as crowns,
Or made baskets from grass to take gifts to young and old
Who were kind to them and left sweet cakes and berries
Upon stone tables for they so loved the magical faeries
Times changed and human thoughts outgrew the magical
And mystical world of the fae, a world that once delighted,
But education and common sense seemed to be the way
Of more mature thoughts, leaving behind a world of
Fascination and love for nature and the spirits that dwell
Now in hidden valleys beyond the veil, were forgotten.
Further away they slipped, mourning our love for them,
Tis not too late to again embrace the fae ardently,
Once again go beyond the veil and list to their songs,
Once again let our two worlds live in harmony.
© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns