In the land of waterfalls

and mystic, timeless tomes

a village of reclining elves

and random dancing gnomes

Set table for a banquet

an opulent delight

and partied through the afternoon

and long into the night

Among the falling water

they played and sang their songs

with no thought to the future

they sought to get along

Until in wonder they observed

the evolved man

who toiled all day in futility

and could not understand

That nature would provide it all

what ever their desire

they had but to relax

and rest beside the fire.

The waterfalls have vanished

the elvish are no more

and man at last is dominate

but forgot what they worked for.