Fairie Rings

There's evidence that they were here

in glens of gold and green

where ground is duly trampled on

by countless feet unseen.

Yellow in the middle ripples out to emerald green,

a thousand skittish entities had danced where grass had been.

'Neath flickering light of fireflies

to cricket symphonies,

contributing their voices

to a sweet cacophony

for summers come and summers gone

the Solstice marks the date

when throngs of ancient fairie folk

come forth to celebrate.

When Luna finally tired,

she smiled and took a bow,

and Sol burst forth in colors

to disperse the frenzied crowd.

Yellow in the middle ripples out to emerald green,

and mushrooms grow for each of those who danced where grass had been.

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