Moondance

It's the time of the year,
When elves and faeries,
Come out to dance and sing.

Under the light of the moon,
Holding hands,
Spinning in their own little rings.

Midsummer Eve, Midsummer Morn,
Dancing out in the fields,
Bonfires light the grass.

Selkies join,
Shedding their skins,
Adding their own moon dance.

Rings and rings,
On sand and grass,
In front of the mortal eyes.

They do not see,
For they don't believe,
The magical creature lies.