fae love

I've got a fairy tale. It concerns the people of the wood.
It tells of the land & the people in love.

The nymphs wandered through the spring openly,
basking in the reawakening of the great mother.

They watched, they listened & they felt.
The wet moss at the bottom of the stream bed,
the peepers & tree toads yapping away,
the birds filled the skies, serenading them as they forage.

Across the stream, through the meadow, & at the base of the mountain,
they picked the nettles and let their hands get stung,
they made peppermint tea together in the shade under a twig fire.

When they got too cold;
they would lay in the sun & blow cool kisses on eachother's necks.
& when they got too hot;
they would embrace in the wet shade of the moss patch.

they would sing with the birds
they would dance with the clouds,
they would run with the deer,
they would commune with the moon.

With no rules to follow, they were truly free.
It's too bad that freedom wasn't enough.