Calling of the Streams

Rustling in the trees,
hurry now they're coming,
buzzing of the bees,
frogs aloof and jumping.

Awakening the fairies.
all cluttered in our dreams,
eating enchanted berries,
all across the streams.

Sitting atop the stone,
a single one on each,
they all seem so alone,
yet also hard to reach.

From the top of the waterfalls,
they all fly away,
fly away to a different world,
calling you to play.