There is a world in this place
although it seems very small amid the petals of the pansies and the leaves that grow so tall There is a universe of wonder filled with tiny little souls flying past the rings of Saturn that are really chinks of gold A tiny little bracelet a vase designed with grace sitting atop a young one's dresser delicately covered with handmade lace Is it glitter, is it sparkles is it just a pretty beam dancing moonlight through an open window entering stealthily on the rays of dreams If one holds their breath, and listens eagerly they might hear the flutter of a wing as a fairy enters their room following a trail of gossamer and satin string One by one they eagerly come into a corner they cluster creating a community of enchantment why even an web has new luster Phlox, Speedwell and Geranium Bluebell and Forget-me-not are they names of lovely fairies or are they flowers in a pot A world of magic is thriving here for a little one believes too young to know that fairies don't exist except for enthusiasts and their schemes Beguiled and delighted right here they plan to stay and from midnight past till break of day they'll play and play and play.
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