The grass is soft
and the pond is cool
Around grow the flowers
and the tiny toadstools.

The trees, they glisten
with leaves of pure gold
A tiny little wild spot
that is ever so old.

A hidden place from our sight
A place of natural beauty
and serene delight
So tiny is this,
we can hardly see
All over the earth
there are millions of these.

Overlooked by us,
as a puddle, not a pond
Never do we see it
as anything beyond.
So it is fitting
that these places glisten with pure gold
For to us, we cannot see
these tiny little strongholds.

Yes, you may see
a few toadstools growing in the shade,
And you may see the puddles
that in your mind
only the rain has made.
You may see the flowers
and the soft grass,
Appearing to you
as a mushy moldy mass.

Yes
these are the Secret Places of the Fae
A place where they can
safely stowaway!!