Fairies Dance

Rush through the glades,

Little one, to feel the warmth of summer days

(Far-off and far-flung)

Dripping with nostalgia and gaiety

And watch the sky fade to black

From blue to orange to purple

And everything in between

Only to alight again with scattered dust from

Tiny wings

Dancing, swirling amidst the mist

Performing their secret magics

Laughing and cheering as they go

Their wings a fluttering glowing shew

And small they are, folk of the trees

Hidden away, secret, in the leaves

Go closer, closer! And watch! 

I assure you, friend, they are not imps. 

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Very well done from top to bottom. The images stand out but the key words: scattered dust from
Tiny wing/Their wings a fluttering glowing shew
And small they are, folk of the trees.

These add that character to it that adds imagination.

Like it.

[K-mo]

this is wonderful! I really like it a lot