On Faeries and Freedom

Glittering, shimmering in the air,
Sunlight dancing on her hair
Two fragile wings reflecting light
Compose a strange, unearthly sight.

Freeflowing gossamer, soft and warm
Clothes her lithe and slender form
While movement of uncommon grace
Compliments her lovely face.

She dances round the woodland trees
Hitching rides - on honeybees
And Nature smiles with untold pleasure
On this her tiny priceless treasure.

If only Mankind would commune
And with the Earth could stay in tune,
Perhaps we all might be as free
As the maiden fae and honeybee.