Fae o’ the Isle of Skye

Away from time, in endless rounds,
The fairies dance in dainty loops,
About the oak on forest grounds,
Like living, breathing hula hoops,

There is no need of man’s distress,
But one objective fills the heart—
Cavorting free, in silken dress,
Around the tree, back to the start!

The rocks in wonderment attend,
Like family, like kinsmen true,
Around the old oak tree they wend!
We cherish them within our view!

The rush is sweeter than a drug,
The sheer momentum — perfect bliss,
The songs like nectar from a mug,
The troop aglow in sunlight kiss,

The only way is ever on!
Resounding glee in circling play,
The mossy floor to dance upon,
Throughout the night, throughout the day!

With hands clasped tight in brimming love,
And vast emotion, like a wave,
The swiftness of the turtle dove,
To motivate the fair enclave,

The fairy ring is blazing bright,
Within the merry Isle of Skye,
With faery queen and forest spright,
In endless, wheeling lullaby!

AD Lovkis, 25/06/25