Mystifying creatures
That prance around
All the time
They hide themselves from prying eyes
Segregation
Disbelievers
The unicorns are rare to find
They hide from human beings
Un-innocent people
That plan to harm them
Faeries always are around
Sometimes for good purposes
Sometimes for bad
But none the less
They are always there
Many more "being" are amoung us
Though most people never
Take notice in or seem to care
Next time your out
Walking around on a windless day
And the trees begin to move
Remember the little people
Are always with you
