Rarely seen by mortal eye, they flutter, flit and swiftly fly! Gossamer wings of rainbow hue, with a twinkle disappear from view. Trailing dust of dreams and fantasy, the fairies' flight few people see! In mushroom rings and shaded glen, in forests deep and ferny fen, they frolick and in wildflowers play, reveling in simply being fey. Bewitching sprites of wild delights they wait to dance on lunar nights! When gathering, their numbers bloom to dance by the light of the pale, full moon! Singing songs of ancient rhyme. Unmolested by the sands of time. Their cares for naught but merry play, they celebrate the Fairy Way. And when the sun has just begun to chase away the dark, the fairies' fun will be undone, at the first note of morning's lark. Fading back to leafy bough, their colors turning natural now. They hide and slumber, waiting for the next chance when next their number shall gather and dance! ~ C.L.R. ~ |
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