The wind within the willow fronds
Whispers, whispers through the day
The river rolling on and on
Burbles, bubbles on its way
The woods hold secrets of the Fay
Deep beneath the sheltered boughs
In the patterned dappled light
Only the trained eye allows
The scene to fall on mortal sight
Faeries dancing in delight
One two, one two, the bright bluebells
Ring the tune for all to hear
Each vale and valley, dale and dell
Echoes with music clear
Faeries dancing with good cheer
And what do human eyes behold
If not the faeries' dainty dance?
Dancing leaves of brown and gold
That whirl as if in trance
They pass them by without a glance
And yet in field and shaded bower
The Little Folk still linger on
They dance with joy at every hour
Until the days are gone
They praise sweet nature, every one.
But what do traitorous humans see
A man-owned planet to be used?
Where nothing's sacred, nothing's free
Earth is there to be abused
The faeries look on, so confused.