Faerie Circle

The forest floor asked me if I’d like to dance, and how could I say no?

Mist soft and sweet beneath my feet and stars above aglow

The dandelions kiss my skin as round and round I spin 

And to the trees I give my name, a final fatal sin

I’ll dance until I am no more

A feast for all the toadstools

But I’ll live on in wind and rain and softly falling leaves

And the river whispers on the breeze

Come dance with me again