In early summer, the wood is filled

With leafy green and yellow flowers

My feet disappear in the lush grass

Sun shines dappled through the canopy

And drops light piecemeal onto the forest floor

I met them there in a fairy ring

The wee folk, the fae

The leader doffed his cap to me

One leapt up on a fallen log

And danced a merry dance

A few stayed hidden in the undergrowth

But I heard bells, and tinkly laughter

They were friendly enough 

They wondered why I was there

But accepted that I wanted to be away

Separate from human things

If just for a while

We talked of many wonderful things

But the day grew long

And I had to go

They waved farewell

And said they would be pleased

To see me any time

I think I shall go back again

To see such beauty

To speak of magic

Is more than the mundane world will ever offer.