The Promise of the Elf’s

100 x 70 CM

Floating silver mist comes along through the dewy forest,

as their shimmering footsteps glaze every inch of the land without rest.

It is morning, you can hear them chanting, and the roots stretch

underneath, the earth are grabbing onto new beginnings, bequeath thirst plait of wreath.

For the coronation, we must earn the green crown!

Claiming the trees without a sound.

Playful show the Elf’s lead and showing a smile divine,

they keep their promise gazing at them and tie the knot at bine.

Overlaying ivy clad,

leaning lower willows wand.

Moving twigs and rattling leaf,

tears are falling when they leave.