I know a place where the faeries live
And the crickets
Are known to roam
I know a place where no one goes
And the creatures
That call it home
It's deep and lost
In the quiet woods
Covered in misty gloamin'
But it's where my feet lead
It's where my heart goes
Every time I go a'roamin'
Ah, that's just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI can see a faerie poking out her head
to see what human dares to tread!