Where it's always spring,
The cold could never harden,
The bells always ring.
If you look about,
You just might see,
A little stout
Elven Faery.
Look to the sky,
Where the sun always shine,
The white clouds float by,
Guided by sprites, nine.
Feel free to walk about,
But beware of the Faery rings,
It' rumored you can't get out,
Especially when the Faery sings.
She comes in the night,
When I am alone.
She shines her light
For me to see,
She tells me tales
Of what will be.
She gives me inspiration
To compose my heart.
For it is her dedication
That plays this part.
