THE FOREST

In the forest deep and green
Live many faeries unseen
Teasing pixies with tricks and taunts
Hiding in familiar haunts
As the sun sinks behind the hills
The sun's place the moon now fills
The twilight fades...and then
They appear in the glen
They begin to dance under the moon
To a soft and delicate faerie tune
Dancing with such beauty and grace
Defying time, enchanting space
They have a charm that is untold
As they frolic in the moonlit fold
Silvery trees with branches long
Sway in time to the faeries song
Mystery is there as the faerie lamp burns
For no one who goes there ever returns

Submitted by Amy Garden 5/26/2000
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