Fading Song
© 2008 By Elisa Williams

I stand in a sea
A sea of yellow flowers
And in the middle of the field is a very tall tower
carved in all the grandeur of an age long ago
And as I stand the grass, it bends, and the wind begins to blow.

Do you hear the sound
The sound of fairy pipes
and the tread of dancing feet round rings of dragon stripes
Dancing to the tempo of a summer nights song
and as I stand, the tune, it fades; the end of a dying song.