In a dawning light, darkness murk burns off
Sounds of the morning, as wild voices, call
Now the Wee folk celebrate a new day, joy
In the lush green valley, they live and love
As the faerie kind are protected by the grey
In exaltation they dance for each new day
Humans can't see them now but they exist
Humans will look out and see imperfection
But it is just a different perspective, persist
As Wee folk exist to celebrate all existence
Humans experience joy only in moments
We don't pursue joy with any real purpose
Morning is the evidence, each day exists
For a chance to exalt the creator's hand
The Wild hearts speak to all, knowing
We exist in the kind of hope in being
The creator had given dreams of awe
As the world around us revels in life
In perfect works evidence of a maker
The creator painted a masterpiece
Upon our great world, the canvas
Allowed powerful love and bliss
Giving a taste of Elysium's grace
A perfect place to spend eternity
