The Meadow

There's a meadow past the village On a hill...where magic swarms You can see it on a summer night When the clouds predict the storms Life from time eternal Starts appearing in the field Gnomes and bluebell fairies and the magic that they yield You can see them from the village Dancing in the moonlights glow You can see the lightning jumping You can see the ebb and flow The pixies and the fairies Folk who are part of their own world Light up the distant meadow As the magic is unfurled Daisies and soft bluebells fill the meadow in the sun there is clover and some dragonflies And young children having fun The magic folk are hiding Lights are hid, and tucked away Until the humans in their world Pack to end the day It's then, from down the village That the meadow lights begin Where the magic lights the sky up In the early gloaming din If a human breaks the borders Coming out and much too near The lights go dark...and silent For the magic world has ears There are sentries in the meadow All unseen to you That alert the makers of the lights When the humans are in view there is magic in the meadow magic lanterns are set free where the world becomes a canvas Of dancing lights for all to see