The Woodland Sprite

The Story of a Golden Aura Lost in a Grey Fog

As told by a Woodsman

I've just come from the woodland
But I'm almost ready to leave
The eyes of you villagers are without grace
And I feel condemned without reprieve.

You town folk have an angry glare
Why you don't even know my name
Yet your eyes are inflamed and your talons bare
You resent the fact that I came.

Oh I'm not like you with rules and lines
So why sneer at my brushed deer hide?
You dread knowing the reason why I came
Your eyes bore for my darker side.

I've searched all my life for my Indigo bride
I've come today for my woodland sprite
The one you see as dull and grey ash
Yet whose aura shines gold bright.

Oh you angry people
So quick to condemn
All you see in her
Is "just one of them".

She's my dear Kerrin from this street
Who once a week hears my call
Then leaves your musty fog
To be far away from you all.

You'd know about her forest joys
If you could hear her when she sings
But it's when she hears the humming bird
That her love like a fountain springs.

She knows not yet that I've learned
To make those trilling sounds
The enticing call of the jungle bird
That leads her on to sweeter grounds.

None of you have seen her dance
You've never heard her song
For only forest creatures know
To whom her heart belongs.

She dives into a crystal pool
And sundries on a boulder
There she sings her song of love
Of passions that now smoulder.

You think you know
All there is about all
But awakening only comes
When you hear a lover's call.

And now I'm here
At the step of her small home
Her dull grey days are over
I've brought her lover's poem.

Of no importance your dark frowns
Now that my song will be heard
She'll finally know
The secret of her humming bird.

Sweet forest maiden
Answer to my goal
Come dare to show them
The beauty of your soul.