Once upon a time, A race of tall pale beings
lived on an isle of apples, a place time forgot.
Being peaceful spirits, they were conquered,
unaware. The survivors left behind naught.
Sailing the skies they sought for a place
that was fertile and where mighty trees stood.
Upon talking, they searched high and low,
a few settling where the trees were good.
With an alliance with man,
they dwelt under the mighty trees and within,
As guardians to all living things to guide
and protect them from destruction.
But Man did err and became misguided
as he ravaged life along each place,
“For progress,” Man stated,
forgetting the well-being of the human race.
The Creator in his glory looked down
from the stars and the sun,
As the spirit in all living things whispered,
“What have they done?
Why did humankind dismiss
the knowledge from time begun?
And turned aside that all living things
are entwined as one?”
In His infinite wisdom,
the Creator gave a nod and quietly replied,
“Humankind has lost their way and have forgot,”
and then sighed.
The life force of these beings,
held down by skeptics beyond measure,
They chose to become “the hidden ones,”
for believers only to treasure.
Sadly, the Creator waits for Man to learn
from his mistakes, and when in agony,
Hopes Man will repair an old alliance
and again renew this planet’s pure harmony.
Dear reader, do remember the grand oak trees
that grow together in a stand,
There you may see this ethereal race,
amidst creatures, but hidden from Man.
Once, while beneath the canopy of trees,
I did linger to hear the faint hum,
Then I knelt beside the murmuring brook,
lit by the flicker of sun.
With awe did I see with a brief flash,
the pale being hovering almost beyond sight.
It was then that I beheld forest creatures
gathering where the glow was so bright.