• Can you see me as I approach you?
    I beleive it not if you say you do.
    For people of your kind are blind to us
    The creatures that live within the brush.

    We may sing we may dance in your house and lawn
    But to us you will be blind unless you are re born
    Wee folk, Good folk, Winged friends.
    Children of air, the wee little men.

    We will wait years for the humans to joins us again
    One day we'll dance together on the Astreal Plaine.