In a time when the world was new

And morning glory is licked with Beltane’s dew

Earth and Oak savor the Sun in early day

As nymphs in Sacred Groves dance and play

He follows her giving chase, she laughs, darts away

Green eyes follow fair skin as she promenades

Under mistletoe the lovers greet

Mortal desire pangs as their eyes meet

Lips meld and passion flames

Two hearts unite with need untamed

Honey drips as the pestle churns

On the forest floor a bed of ferns

Magical eyes watch him sleep

As a soft kiss graces his slumbering cheek

Leaving him there in cool morning breeze

She frolics and disappears into the trees