The fairy bridge
In a place I used to know well
A fairy bridge dwells
Under skies so blue
And surrounded by trees a crisp green
Murmer small quaint voices
The seeds of fascination have clamped their roots within me,
Something about these mischievous creatures make me recall other superstitions not considered before
It is a tale of beauty
Lingering notions of the mythical
Intrigued it made me become
I say hello as I pass
Their song is sung by the meadow.
