Spirit of Nature

The wind gently stirs the leaves at my feet
I look up and see you in a field of flowers
Gracefully dancing to the sounds of the night
You are unaware of my presence
and all I can do is marvel at your innocence

Dawn approaches and the wind carries you away
And suddenly the field seems empty
But I will return once again in the night
to watch you repeat your dance
And I will marvel at the beauty that is a Faerie
Spirit of Nature