Meadow of Faerie Light
Seen from distant, dreaming hills,
The light, keen; the air stands still.
Through tangled shade and hawthorn bloom,
The path unveils beneath Fae moon.
A meadow spreads in faerie hue,
this place where waking dreams come true.
Oberon himself might pine
To dance beneath this tree-lined shrine,
With Titania at his side,
In grace and joy and faerie pride.
The trees wear robes of green and gold,
Their branches bright, their beauty old.
Birds of paradise take flight,
Their feathers catch the trembling light.
From thickets rise a choir of sound,
A song that wraps the air around.
The flowers lean with scented breath,
to drink the dew, that life bequeath.
Each petal drops a note so clear—
A hymn to joy, a balm to fear.
The earth is full of nature’s feast,
The sun bestowing gifts released.
Citron, fig, and ruby seed
Hangs heavy from the branches’ lead.
The velvet fly in colors bright
Dances through petals’ fragrant flight.
A tropic scene where poets roam,
Their hearts unbound, their words at home.
The Fae take up the shining song,
And wander singing all day long.
Like children running, hearts aflame,
They play beneath the greenwood’s frame.
They drink the air like sacred wine,
Touch the fruit and twine the vine.
From every tree rings melody—
A song of faerie harmony.
So linger long, not soon depart,
For nature holds the beating heart.
WoPoLi 
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