Evaded in the fog of trance far beyond yonder,
In the forest dense in thick lost to time and human awareness,
There lay a mythical beauty in a flower of timeless beginning,
Like a spirit adorned cocoon enshrined  in luscious beauty.
A lovely creature with wings of speculation for her majestic smile,
But it is sealed by the closed flower of Demeter of the seasons.
The Home is spacious and lacks no imperfections or distasteful desires,
For she lays in the eye of the flower as it open slowly by the sun.
This plant of ecstasy is one of a rare tide of mother earth,
The cycling of the moon reaches past the cover of the forest,
Then the little fairy claims her rebirth.
Zips across the forest like a beam of light,
Out of the mist came her home true un self delight.
Almighty tree shielding the precious plant of life and peace,
Be this little woman’s family and hand in flight.
Run jump in the Crackle of the morning star,
None come near, none come far from the pedals of the enclosed home.
Honor thy brightest spectacle of the heart little one,
Do not flee from me, do not dart.
I shall guard your house as I guide mine,
Walk with me and take me up the tree vine.