In the realm of Fairyland, winged fairies
Flutter celebrating under August
Young moon, in depths of temperate forest
Shadowed shade. Their song of merry carries
Throughout and upward to cloudless heaven.
Nymphs watch over vast possession, buries
Beneath fancy small floral buds, berries,
Forest grace which they hold the lease. Leaven
Of humor heated a caramel gold
Complexion, as delightful spirit form,
Seemed eternal. Night to era transform
Nature's oblique left untrimmed fold on fold
The things that seem twas only just a dream
Magical solemnities morning beam.
8/3/2019