Ellen

This is Ellen, one of my Garden Fairies, it is time to bring her indoors for the winter.

Ellen of the Elder

The mask of mankind, his fate, his ease,
Lies deep within the heart of trees.
Old, so old, and wise as all,
Contorted with age, fired and hollowed.

Yet her spirit and yearning,
To give forth again,
To annually seek both pleasure and pain,
Is the desire of one they call "Ellen"
She who is Fay and known of old,
A solitary spirit of Elder so told
Feared in the past and cast as a witch,
Yet with wine,music and fruit she gives.

Homage be paid to this mystic soul,
If luck you would have and your body be whole
For versed in the art of healing is she,
To nurture the spirit and bodies fatigue.

Her beauty is subtle, for she grows as no other,
Her love is intense as is a mother's,
Her wrath is likened to a woman scorned,
Yet don't be a feared of this faerie at all.
For as you give, so you recieve,
Be grateful for all that nature reveals.

Faerie's who live in elder trees,
Really do love humans you see!