One day while strolling thru~the forest green to my surprise ,fairies ,I happened to see dancing they were, among lofty trees and some of the charming little creatures I noticed two fluttering along the stepping stones,by the river blue
O' such a delightful day,the sun shone gold but are fairies real? no, is what I've been told. so pondering if it's true, I asked, 'hey lil' fairies up among the tree are you for real? or do my tired eyes decieve?'
They soon came gathering with their wings weaving a circle around me about nine divine lil' creatures cute as they could be then sprinkling golden fairy dust upon my hair they answered 'yes, my dear, we're really here'
'We are as real as the sky is blue, we live in the happy forest dancing and singing neath the warmth of the sun fluttering and flying about, just having fairyland fun!
and when the starry night falls softly in our forest deep we collect the stardust in our silver wings and steal magic from the moon for you see, we fairies, never sleep we follow the flight of our own merry tune
we're magic you know, yet real as can be and tho~we may be a wee bit small we'll appear to all who are willing to see'
Well, There must have been something in their sparkling fairee dust for I drifted off into a magical fairyland dream and when I awoke I was no longer in the fairy's forest green
oh you have it intus. Wonderfullly written, you must keep on writing this.
'We are as real as the sky is blue,
we live in the happy forest
dancing and singing neath
the warmth of the sun
fluttering and flying about,
just having fairyland fun!----------this is my stanza. it is pedante of childhood.
Enchanting story poem! Fairies seem to be serendipitous harbingers of Fate. This being the case, then they really do exist within the mystical undertow of everyday events.