Fairies in the Wood

Fairies dancing through the trees,

In the face of joy, evil flees.

Hair spinning,

Darkness thinning.

Fairies flitting here and there,

Rosie as an apple, golden as a pear.

Balls of light between the leaves,

Tiny footprints, small as fleas.

Suddenly a Snap! a Crack!

Fairies all go darting back.

Running for cover, hither and thither,

Some with a slip and some with a slither.

Enormous shoe comes crashing down,

Their entire world shakes with the sound.

Another Crash!, and three and four,

Finally there is no more.

The Human is gone, its fine,

He's returning to his house to dine.

But he will come again, 'tis evident,

He will destroy these elegant,

These perfect, perfect little ones,
Each of their faces shine like tiny suns.

Now the Fairies in the wood,

No longer dancing as they should.

Instead of that, they cower in fear,

That more feet will come tramping near.

Yet we seem not to notice what we've done,

We've sent the minute frolickers on the run.

We laugh and sing and leap about,

When Fairies are mentioned, we give a shout.

We smile and think how small children feel,

Believing that Fairies are actually real.

Photo by Tyce Fraser