Sitting in shade of the sycamore tree
Listening to songs of the buzzin’ bee
Glancing up I chance to see
Glimmering gossamer wings in sunlight
Cute little figures dancing out-of-sight
Are eyes truly seeing right
Might these truly be summertime faeries?
Flitting amongst leaves and dancing on breeze
Few come close enough to tease
Errant mind into truly believing
Still I fear eyes are deceiving
‘Til in awe I’m receiving
Wee cakes decorated with nature scenes
Secretly dropped from behind leafy screens
Boy what a yummy cuisine
Each little cake had a distinct flavor
This sweet delicacy I did savor
Then they asked me a favor
You whose heart is filled with love; we are sent
To ask if you’ll be willing to consent
In accepting this present
If you answer yes, you’ll be forever
Changed if you answer no you will never
Recall, the cakes will sever
Your memory of this day so choose well
Time seemed to crawl by while under their spell
Soon I was able to tell
Them the answer they had wanted to hear
Though asleep now my vision remained clear
Yes, I stated without fear.
Tiny twinkling lights danced around my soul
In my mind’s eye I was able to stroll
Paths of light to reach new goal
A skin walker I had now turned into
Protector of nature; I now pursue
All who intend to subdue
Nature’s beauty be it beast or plant life
Let no human fill nature full of strife
Or I’ll seem larger-than-life
In the forest I now must make my home
Atop Bear Mountain I’ll forever roam
With assistance from cave gnomes
No harm will ever come to Bear Mountain
As long as I live near Mystic Fountain
By Lou Lenhart (prettihawk@yahoo.com)
