The Fairy Tree stands sentinel over
this ancient woodland scene
where once both serf and cattle drover
worshiped their Nymph Queen.
But, sadly, today only modern feet
tread this sacred path
and no longer do we pause to greet
this monarch of bluebell swath.
For long ago She became invisible
to all but believer's eyes,
when weary of being an object risible
She assumed this sylvan guise.