There are beings who live in the grays
Their eyes an almond shape and green
As speaking or singing, velvet smooth
The humans who see them, do not fear
An aura is surrounding them, welcoming
Silent if they desired to present as such
Invisible if intended, a blur and nothing
In a home lair, they may weave or sing
In a mist, they give lost walkers hope
For they sing to show them the path
