The water attracted a deer
Perfectly created, magnficent
But in a vale, there now
Hidden from human eyes
A faerie clan gathers, and delights
Nature nurtures their being there
Perfect, joyful, and beautiful
They are perfectly shy, not naive
Childlike, not childish
They play in the quiet
The absence of human noise
With great cheer
With their lyrical voice
Singing and shouting
But in sounds human ears cannot hear
Joyous, praising their creator
And all of creation
With hearts ever knowing
Never doubting
Perfect in spirit
Perfected in form
