Oaklight

The faeries fly round and round,
As water falls to the ground,
As the magic fills the air,
Pilgrims make their offerings to the fae,
Hoping and wishing with each passing day,
The pristine glen with ancient magic,
To mar this place would be tragic,
The beauty of the paradise moves my very soul,
Until I fell I've lost all control,

And am moved to sing along,
I can hear the words of the trees,
Carried on the cooling breeze,
My heart soars above the falls,
As deep within I hear the calls,
The call to peace,
And true release,
My eyes flood with tears,
Feeling the joy of many years,
Happiness, peace and soaring love,
As the water falls down from above.