Here is where the fairies meet

To sing and dance and wash their feet

And stay up late into the night

To take a moondrenched starry flight

To will the sun to crest the trees

Ensure all darkness chokes and flees

Down to the valley again they come

Content to know their work is done

The sky is dark and indigo blue

There perched on the horizon

A depthless swirling marble hue

That all the light will die in

We stumble through a noisesome haze

Up to a higher mountain

In search of blissful halcyon days

An ever-flowing fountain

But the waters aren't everclear

They flow up and back again

Through muddied, silted, pungent fear

That old familiar friend

But sifting through the muck and grime

You'll find a polished stone

Worn down smooth by hope and time

Through which the light is shown!

A tree falls in the forest olde

And mushrooms gather in a ring of gold

To sing a mournful, magic tune

A soft and gentle healing croon

Watch out for the fairy rings

And old oaks where the treetop sings

Don't wander off too far at night

Chasing some elusive light

Don't follow rabbits down their holes

Or beckon closer unicorn foals

Stay out the enchanted wood

And know it's for the greater good

Born from high mountains

I followed the waters down

To a crystal pool