OF FAIRIES AND MUSHROOMS
In the middle of the forest, beneath the boughs of a conifer tree,
With eyes of wonder and surprise, the magic mushrooms at last did I see.
So home that evening I did go and by the fire hung them up to dry.
They would be most useful very soon; my soul let out an audible sigh.
To the forest I strolled the following eve looking for some answers there.
After tasting just the smallest bit I did, indeed, find my dancers fair.
Directly beneath the same old tree, they now spun with an ancient story,
Not noticing my presence there, while I gazed at them in all their glory
Around and 'round and 'round they whirled, I sat down to watch the magical scene,
Suddenly my perspective changed, by some spell that was cast by hands unseen.
When next I looked upon her, I had shrunk and we were standing face-to-face,
To my astonishment I was speaking to the Queen of the Fairies, Grace
She asked me how I came to know of one of their secret mystical spots.
I pointed to the red amanita with its cap covered in white dots.
"I knew it was known as the fairy stool," I said, hiding a smile of glee.
"Eating the treasure allowed me a glimpse of what had been hidden from me.
"Please let me stay and watch a while, or now perhaps you might let me join in."
The leader of the fairies searched my somber face and then began to grin.
"Well, mortal," she said, "it seems to me you have put your life within our grasp."
It was at that very moment, with her own hands, did my small hands she clasp.
So, I danced the autumn eve away with ancient fairies around their ring.
My heart did leap, my spirit soared, my voice in harmony began to sing.
A gift they gave of some fairy dust for me to keep for another time.
With my enchanting friends, I shared a night that was absolutely sublime.
And now when this morning I awoke beneath the ancient conifer tree,
Within my hand there remained a sparkling remembrance of my pixie spree.
They will change their spot, of this I'm sure, I may never find the ring again.
But my heart is full, my soul still sings, and my midnight quest was not in vain.
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