The Magic of the Wood
When magic pervaded the woodland all around,
The mighty Oaks stood tall and proud.
Their spirits face peered from wrinkled bark,
listening for sounds in the dark.
There was a rustling of the leaves,
It was only the fairies
dancing in the trees.
The queen of fairies,
tossed her jeweled hair,
as she breathed that cool night air.
In the moonlit summers night,
the many coloured moths
Where they flew, no mortals knew,
but the fairies had a clue.
If you should spy a fairie ring,
don't ever try to stand within,
for if you do it is said,
if you see a fairie,
then you're dead.
Next time your walking in a wood,
you see a hole in a tree,
remember that it just might be,
a home for a tree elf family.
But though this is a fairie tale,
some truth in it could prevail,
for as air we breathe,
we cannot see, sometimes things
are not what they seem to be.