When faeries whisper, you can tell
In marsh or woods or glen or dell
In hush of night, the sound begins
Like tinkling bells upon soft winds
.
When faeries gather for a feast
Before the sunrise in the east
Beneath tall oaks — great, ancient friends
Above, the moon, its spotlight lends
.
When faeries dance . . . oh, what a sight
Around a bonfire, pure delight
Near sparkling stream that sings and flows
The laughter, after, never goes
.
When faeries eat, the food is grand
Why, it’s the best food in the land
Everyone just helps themselves
Faeries, brownies, sprites and elves
.
When faeries feast and play and sing
Such joy to living things they bring
The scraps that they leave on the ground
Feeds animals for miles around
.
Though they may live in imagination
Though there may be no faerie nation
The wonders of sweet faerie thoughts
Trace my heart like sweet forget-me-nots
.
” Forget-me-not Faeries “