Fairies at the bottom of my garden
They dance and play
And skip through the day
Those pretty little things
With transparent wings
It's a captivating scene
A beauty so serene
To me they are real
And my imagination, they do steal
So many people are unaware
That the fairies are even there
Teasing the dew from the flowers
I can sit and watch them for hours
Bluebell Wood is their real home
But very often, they do roam
Into the gardens of romantics
Just to delight them, with their antics
If you are quiet, which is a must
Maybe you'll see as they sprinkle fairy dust
It's a sparkling silvery sound
Which plays music all around.
© Feelings / 2007
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