Quiet, yet active, she flutters among the leaves
Aware of creatures of tree and ground
At home in the lush green wood
Since time was fresh and new

The colors she sees are made not of light
But of the constant sounds of life that surround
She is home in the place of green
And in the place where only energy flows

Fairy of the wood
Beauteous mystical one
Leads the birds in song
And the quiet advance of the moss

Life beyond the life we see
Reflected in the flowing brook
Fairy's dance with you and me
Open your ears and take a look

Between the place where sound is heard and light is seen, there is the home of the spark of magic.

Written for and with my Joddy...