Among The Elves Poem by R K Summers

Behind the emerald ferns,
Bowstrings taut and set,
Between the trunks of mighty oaks
Where the fairies met

They take away the children
To raise them as their own
The graceful moon would rise and fall
Till the stolen ones were grown

Sing toward the forest
And steal away the sky
Lend the voice of fairytales
Where dragons are wont to lie

Dancing between the raindrops
And flitting away with laughter
Into night’s eternal wonder
And the dawn that follows after

Grace that never withers
The children of tomorrow
Grey-filled skies of yester-year
Strikes them down with sorrow.