In the hollows.

Down in the hollows of the woodland tree's
bares a pixie praying
Upon his knees

He prays for things that really matter, 
in autumn leaves about in scatter, his little hands they hold a seed, twice blessed by the rising sun

He placed them carefully into the earth, reciting these words when he 
was done,

Growth makes love a beautiful vine, to tangle and wrap with care, to breath anew such life in joyful song, embedded within the air

He kissed those seeds before he planted them
In hopes that they would sow , for nothing ment more to his little heart
Than watching love flowers grow.