The Fairy Folk

In the hollow of the oak, Waiting patiently for night. The fairy king and fairy folk, Watch the quickly fading light. Inside the giant oak they wait, For their time will soon be here. With the moon and mist they have a date, To ride the moonbeams that they hold dear. The night arrives and the fairies fly, On golden moonbeams they spread their wings. Joyously reaching for the sky, Bringers of dreams and all good things. The fairy king upon a limb, Holds court for his subjects every night. In a hidden corner where the moon is dim, Till the early morning light. Deep in the woods, round hollow logs, Flying near the pond next to the oak. Through cattails and ferns, playing with frogs, Bringing joy to the forrest, fly the fairy folk. If you walk in the woods, your eyes will see, Their tiny lanterns glowing bright. Flying on moonbeams forever free, Illuminating the stygian night. There really are fairies, without a doubt, Just believe and they'll appear. Just walk quietly don't scream or shout, And you will see them flying near. 9/21/10 Alton Texas