Fairy Favor

There is something in the trees,

Tiny, flighty, happy things;

They play and flutter and prance,

Dance and skip and twirl and sing.

Yet very few understand

The language these fairies speak-

Only after a spring rain

Do words form from their squeaks;

The mist draws back from cloaking

Their woods after a shower,

And then the air is revived,

Giving voice to each flower

Fairy and each woodland sprite. 

This forest is their haven, 

Sheltered away from the land

Of children, men and women-

But the special can travel

Through the brush and vines to find

The heart of the fairy realm

Within the oak, spruce, and pine. 

Reviews

[Bluefire]

This is amazing, it brought back memories of when I was a kid and would look into the forest and think there were faeries, or angels in there ^^
Well done!

[Sarah Marie]

Yay! Thank you! Glad you liked it :)

[Bluefire]

No problemo ^^

[keyvan]

nice poem.......