Land Of The
~Fae~
Do you believe in fairies?. . .
If you believe, clap your hands!
Sir James M. Barrie
faeries in flight tiny twinkling flashes of colored glowing light glimmering bursts adorning the night skies as children frolic underneath wishing that light to contain whimsically dreaming of a jar held bed side light envisioning happy friend fire flies angelically guaring over their sleeping sighs never knowing what they see are faeries of mythical fame since long back each night have flown the heavens making light disguised by their magic unknown by human eyes but if imprisoned their essence core of light shall wane until one day they woeful fade dying light so remember child when up at them you smile and over head they fly anjoy the nightky night remain and each night you will see the mystical wondrous light as they gleefully play tag causing your sile to rise once again mesmerizing you making you glad you came just as you did as a wee babe that night you set them free when first them you did see.
O then, I see Queenn Mab hath been with you. . .
She is the fairie's midwife; and she comes,
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies,
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
William Shakespeare
Pitter pater pitter patter
which way did they run?
Pixies,faeries,sprites,and
elveshaving lots of fun
Tease the dog,chase the kitty
spill your milk..oh what a pity
Pitter patter pitter patter
which way did they go?
Pixies,faeries,sprites,and
elveswe may never know..
TheTwo little clouds,one summer's day went flying through the sky;The went so fast they bumped their heads,And both began to cry.Old Father Sun looked out and said:'Oh never mind, my dears,I'll send my little fairy fold.To dry your falling tears.'One fairy came in violet,And one wore indigo;In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,They made a pretty row.They wiped the cloud-tears all away,And then from out the sky,Upon a line the sunbeams made,.They hung their gowns to dry
Faeries sit...they're watching us.They are so quiet we dare not fuss.They do not want usto know their names.All Faeries love to play their games.Eyes shining, lips whistling which way did they run?Try to catch the Faeries while they're havingFaerie Fun!
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you understand.
W.B.Yeats
