Fairy World

In a forest glade, where sunbeams kissed, Fairy World was, on a misty list.

Tiny fairies, wings alight, Played in meadows, pure and bright.

With giggles soft, and dances free, Beneath the shade of the oak tree.

They painted petals, dewdrop dyes, And chased the butterflies in skies.

They brewed sweet nectar, sparkling gold, A happy life, a story told.

They rode on fireflies, tiny steeds, Planting dreams, fulfilling needs.

They sang to flowers, soft and low, Making the tallest lilies grow.

But hush, be still, and you might see, The magic dust they scatter free.

For fairy laughter, light and gay, Turns every night to a brighter day!