Earth faeries are the spiritual force of nature, reflecting its power, moods, and its cycle. Qualities are proud, wild and free. Zodiac signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
We Are the Fey!
by Elizabeth R. Barrette
We are fleet and we are free
We are all that we can be
Air and fire, land and sea
We are sacred, we are Sidhe!
We are wild, we are rare
We are fierce and we are fair
More than any others dare
We are glory past compare
We are tempest rearing tall
We are foxen sneaking small
We are music and its call
We are Danu's children all
We are dusk and we are dawn
We are sparks' immortal spawn
Though you think that we are gone
Still we laugh and linger on
For we cannot fade away
So we go our merry way
In the dusk of mortal day ...
We are the Fey!

by Cicely M. Barker
Where are the fairies? Where can we find them?
We’ve seen the fairy-rings they leave behind them!
When they have danced all night, Where do they go?
Lark, in the sky above, Say, do you know?
Is it a secret no one is telling?
Why, in your garden Surely they’re dwelling!
No need for journeying, Seeking afar:
Where there are flowers, there fairies are!


A Blessing From Nature
by Unknown
A kiss from the
sunlight, a touch of the breeze
The bright moon at night,
To light your way,
Flowers for the inner child,
And to add colour to your life,
Seed from the trees and plants,
Strung on a chain,
To adorn your neck and breast,
Shells for your feet and toes, to celebrate the seas,
And the waters of life,
The colour pink is for love, to spread across the world,
And to remember you are WOMEN!
A worthy daughter of Mother earth.

anonymous English poem, seventeenth century
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Come follow, follow me You fairy elves that be; And circle round this green, Come follow me, your Queen. Hand in hand let's dance a round, For this place is fairy ground. When mortals are at rest, And snorting in their nest, Unheard, or unespied Through keyholes we do glide: Over tables, stools and shelves, We trip it with our fairy elves.
And if the house be fowl, Or platter, dish, or bowl, Upstairs we nimbly creep, And find the sluts asleep; Then we pinch their arms and thighs, None escapes, nor none espies.
But if the house be swept, And from uncleanness kept, We praise the house and maid, For surely she is paid: For we do use before we go To drop a tester in her shoe ...
Over the tender grass So lightly we can pass, The young and tender stalk Ne'er bows whereon we walk, Nor in the morning dew to seen, Over night where we have been ... |

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