Poems   Believe   Down at the bottom of my garden There's an enchanted wood The moon cannot pierce the canopy overhead The trees move more than they should Being an intrepid explorer I woke in the dead of night Quietly dressed, tiptoed down the hall Crept out under the moon's light I entered the forest before me Deeper, deeper inside The ancient darkness so quiet, complete Yet whispering on every side Look! Up ahead! It's a light Just past that tree over there I looked ever closer and found with a shock A faerie ring and pixies so fair Dancing a waltz of excitement Singing a song of delight I sat and observed as they sparkled and shone Moved closer to stare at the sight I stepped on a twig and - a flash! They scattered into the dark Surprised, I sat for a moment and blinked Gone! Without footprint or mark! I trudged home alone and in awe My mind not able to conceive I lay in my bed and thought, "I'm not mad - But what else to do but believe?"   About this poem   This is inspired by the books I liked reading when I was a child - Enid Blyton's The Faraway Tree comes to mind. You know... creeping into the middle of a magical forest in the middle of the night to peek at faeries. Who didn't dream of that as a child?