The Storyteller Glen
This is the forest, the stream, the glen,
the place where the water, it moves and bends.
Where the fairies from the dark of night,
come to hide, to spread wings of flight.
This is the place, the magical home,
where the deer is seen with dancing gnome.
To the simple human, with its untrained eye
the whisperings here are dreams gone by.
Search the forest, the glen if you must,
for the gnomes, the elves, the fairy dust.
Search the water, that moves and bends,
for the magic, and glitter of unseen friends
If you follow the flow of land ahead,
and chase the light until it's end
There you will find in magical glow,
a place that all the fairy tales go.
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