A moonlight hand beckons; invisible to the eye
Its wispy gnarled hand of mystic miasma stretches out to grasp
A leafy bough but but misses... the leaf swirls to the floor
As fairies dance amongst the collective gathering of the leaves
They parry and splash in the puddles, getting soaked, from
The incoming drops of rain that soldier down intending to break
Free from the oncoming onslaught of earthly tears that cause
Deverstation, humilitation and frustration to the occupants
Of the land, with foresight, Thor in his artful wisdom, brows raised watched as the heavens' opened, and Lightning strikes, venomously across the field, targeting the old oak tree
That the faeries love and bless magickally in honor of the the Deities, which have risen before thee, softly spoken in the hidden
Mysteries of Life and Death that have bowed to make ends meet
And to give answers to the questions that have arisen regardless
Of those that connect by the rhythmic beating heart of the Earth ??