Come to the brook

One day while wandering in the hills

I heard a sound so sweet

Quiet as a mouse I crept

Oh, what a sight my eyes did meet

A fae calling, "Come to the brook"

From my hiding place I saw her

Calling out in such a voice

I hid lower so my sight would not befall her.

Then another flew to jon the first

They spent the afternoon there

No words can adequately describe

The joy that was in the air.

Then just before dusk they departed

I too went onmy homeward way

Of a brook and a fae on a sping day.