The Golden Lady

See me dance in evening light
As I feel leaves in Autumn flight

A dress of flowing gold I wear
And arm length is my silken hair

I fled into the forest free
Beneath the oak and rowan tree

And as I walk through nature's halls
I see that she holds wondrous balls

I left my life and friends behind
And freed the soul locked in my mind

I now am a spirit, happy and free
Dancing beneath the ancient tree

Yet I still know and I still see
The people who are not like me

They are not kind, or freely give
I do not see how they can live

The power they wish is wretched and weak
Yet no fairer power do they seek

I find myself wishing that it was not so
And that they knew what I do know