Spirits
	As the fairies and elves					If you are one who doubts
	From under the bushes peek,					That little spirits really are,
	They look so majestic					Go to the woods
	Yet so humble and meek.					And seek near and far.
	With their tiny outfits					There if you truly believe
	In various shades of green,					And truly try to see,
	They dart and run around					You just might glimpse
	But seldom let themselves be seen.					An elf peeking from behind a tree.
	In the pastures they sing and play					Quietly and motionless sit
	With grace and charm,					With a song in your heart,
	But only before those					From the corner of your eye
	Who mean them no harm.					You might get a dart.
	In the woods and fields they live					Then if one should step
	Night and day,					From behind a rock pile,
	They work and toil					Slowly and carefully
	They frolic and play.					Give him a large smile.
								Ivan