The Fey Begin To Dance

Elfin princess accompanied by heavenly butterflies The oak trees feel her presence and genuflect in reverence Spirit brings her into their world of bark and twigs She appreciates their deference, admiring their flexibility The oaks admire her ability to wind walk; they are entranced. Butterflies fly against the wind, bringing their beloved to the forest Owl is quieted. A wolf howls to remind the trees of the prophecy. All is right in the woods tonight, the fey begin to dance.