Ode to the Strawberry Faeries

 

makers of magic and mischief and mirth
holders of spaces bend time on the earth,
escape from the hum drum, the dull drum, the work drum...
take up a fresh call from imagination!

amongst the monochrome of a system of grey
and empolyment we suffer cause we've bills to pay,
make space for the unusual, the bizare, for our freedom!
wildflowers aren't weeds that we need to be weedin'

sharing our love and spreading the WORD
obselesence? homogeny? we flick you the bird!
giving life to old stuff that returns over and over
in music and art we're feeding each other

this one life we walk and are walking together
trying to make everything that little bit better,
gather together and cheer for the sun
revel the moment, here now, this one!

welders of magic and mischief and mirth
keepers of spaces stretch time on the earth,
beat loud the rhythms, the rythms of old
there's tales of connection to be sung deep and told!