Welcome to the woodlands
Where the forest creatures form a home
There are centaurs, ogres and even a gnome
And fairies with wings that glow
Where a young fae boy was born
And was blessed in the dawn of morn
The wind blows the tresses of his hair
He flies with speed and little care
What a wondrous thing
To live amongst the springs
Where the water always shines
And the air scents with pines
But the fairies have to mind themselves
Lest they get caught by tricky elves
With their twisted grins and pointy ears
And their crooked fingers and tangled hair
The young fae marvels at the sight
His small figure beams with might
A wilted petal from a flower
Can bloom again with his power
He does not wish for ice nor snow
But longs for days spent in the meadow
To be free from the harsh cold
And explore places untold