A Meadow of Faerie Light

Seen from distant, dreaming hills,
The light was keen; the air stood still.
Through tangled shade and hawthorn bloom,
The path unveiled a world of room.

A meadow spread in faerie hue,
A place where waking dreams came true.
Oberon himself might pine
To dance beneath that tree-lined shrine,
With Titania at his side,
In grace and joy and faerie pride.

The trees wore robes of green and gold,
Their branches bright, their beauty bold.
Birds of paradise took flight,
Their feathers caught the trembling light.
From thickets rose a choir of sound,
A song that wrapped the air around.

The flowers leaned with scented breath,
And drank the dew like life from death.
Each petal dropped a note so clear—
A hymn to joy, a balm to fear.

The earth was full of nature’s feast,
The sun bestowing gifts released.
Citron, fig, and ruby seed
Hung heavy from the branches’ lead.

The velvet fly in colors bright
Danced through the petals’ fragrant flight.
A tropic scene where poets roam,
Their hearts unbound, their words at home.

The birds took up the shining song,
And wandered singing all day long.
Like children running, hearts aflame,
They played beneath the greenwood’s frame.

They breathed the air like sacred wine,
Touched the fruit, and twined the vine.
From every tree rang melody—
A song of faerie harmony.

So linger long, nor soon depart,
For nature holds the beating heart.