Elves and Forests

Telré pre 1986

Brown stemmed bushes,
Red and gold leaves,
Rolling grass hills,
Shelter 'neath eaves.

Frolicking children,
A knock at the door.
Words but a whisper,
Finish a chore.

Care for your kinfolk,
Chase away foes.
Stick by another,
Wash away woes.

Listen to breezes,
Or touch every heart.
'Ware getting lost,
Or shifting apart.

Living with nature,
Born but to hide,
For these are the places
Of those left outside.

Spy apon no one,
If but for yourself.
Dare only betray
Other than elf.