I looked out at the woods

where the fairy river flowed,

just a step, hop, and jump

from the edge of my window,

And knew the beasts and critters

lurked and creeped there

in the cover of shadows.

I could see them flittering

over and around the canopy,

between the interlacing oaks

and the sycamore leaves,

carrying secret messages for

those who walked slowly

and listened with integrity.

Some fear them and balk

because they can’t understand

how to tolerate the differences

in each creature in our land,

but I know acceptance

is the only true way

to take a meaningful stand.

They have my rapt attention

as they drift down to meet me

entrancing in sing-song

to wonder discreetly

how we shunned each other to corners

in opposing worlds,

frequented in dreams, only.

Here in my imagination

the pixie showers me with dust,

the trolls hold my hands

because dancing is a must

and the elves sing sweetly

lilting notes reaching to the canopy,

welcome, you have our trust.