In the forest glade of fairy an imp of mischief
does resides, blending in with the greenery,
so many places that she can hide.

Tinkling laughter echoing among the forest
path's. Joy from this little one radiates in
fairy's realms of past.

She's an imp of mischief, I tell you, I've
followed her light you see, lost me good
and proper among the forests tree's.
Lighting up her form, weaving among
the leaves, be wary traveler, she'll lead
you a merry piece!

A nimbus of light surrounds her, lighting
up the darkening sky, she'll take you
into the night time woods, where the
velvety darkness lies. Weaving her hypnotic
dance of light, her beauty does unfold.

Her spritely laughter intriguing, all the young
and old alike. Imp of mischief becomes her, Willow-
the-wisp is a being of light nature teasing
us with her magical lights.

~© Gwenn A. Lewis 2001~

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