Is He Real?
He comes and sits and tells stories of a land faraway,
Where all the land is happy, they play all day.
The Pixies watch the Fairies, spreading their wings,
Catching the sun as the nightingale sings.
Toadstools in circles for the Elves to sit upon,
Gnomes busy playing all day long.
The Fairy queen its in the middle of the ring,
Her hair falls in locks of gold, they gather to hear her sing.
The Elf Folk sit in silence, Her melody they await,
She begins with her golden harp, to open the gate,
Such magial music, in the starlight glistens,
They all gather around and lovingly listen.
The storyteller was made welcome, as a promise he made,
As this land of magic, in his mind would soon fade.
No one can see. or invade this beautiful place.
It was never meant for thhe likes of us…The Human Race
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