Deep in the dark forest glade,
with only the tracks that animals made.
The woodland flowers, blossom freely,
the delicate scents, one loves so dearly.
When the gentle breeze wafts through the air,
and rustles at leaves and hair,
and brings around a tinkling sound,
you know then that there's fairies around!
You must not move or make a noise,
this is no place for rowdy toys.
It is a peaceful place of magic delight,
as the day replaces night.
Here they come on gossamer wings,
they really sparkle, those pretty things.
they leave a trail of fairy sprinkles,
that glitters and shines and also twinkles.
They flit and fly that way and this,
they come so close they barely miss.
Then silence falls for they have seen,
Here SHE comes the fairy queen.
Oh! So regal in her emerald gown,
her cape is lined with thistledown,
and there upon her head does rest
a crown of flowers, only the best.
She sits upon the mushroom throne,
and waits until the dance is done.
Then without another thought,
She begins to hold her court!
They come to her with troubles and woes,
what they say, no-one really knows
Her healing spell around them she weaves
She rises serenely and then she leaves.
Oh what a flutter, as they prance,
in and out of the blossoms they dance,
gathering nectar and leaves full of dew,
they follow her quickly, leaving too.
Maybe we'll come back, another day,
and see the fairies, as they are at play.
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