The wintry skies are full of light
Soft shushing wings now take flight

and faeries all will heed the call
of those who run of those who crawl...of those who flower and those who walk...of those who cower and those who talk.











And sister faeries know the call
that comes from hut and comes from hall
they know to see with joy the rising sun begin
a day of light - a day without sin