"On nights such as these"
a traditional Picsee poem

When the wind starts to whistle
its ode to the trees,
and the moonbeams are dancing
to the songs of their leaves,
be it forests or gardens
on nights such as these,
the wee folk are waking
for a magical eve.
where they'll dance round in circles
with the sprites and the fauns,
to these old songs of nature
until the new morn'
after which, if you wandered
you wont find a thing
'cept a slight sense of wonder
and a wee mushroom ring.

by the Picsees
Written by the Picsees and first Published on 25 January 2018
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