The Fairy Glen


At dusk they awaken
from under the bridge,
with whispering wings
they appear

Flying swiftly they carpet
the floor of the woods,
with a twinkling of
star dust so clear

As darkness approaches
they light up the night,
flitting lightly from
fern up to branch

Calling out to their friends
who inhabit the dark,
‘let us dance while we
still have the chance’

For too quickly the moon
will retire back to bed,
the sun will rise
over the glen

And the fairies and creatures
that light up the night,
vanish under the bridge
once again

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