Monday, February 3, 2014
Gossamer wings in Fairy rings
Listen, as the pixie sings.
Voice that rings through woods and fells
Enchanted dreams of magic dells.
Where fairies gather at dusk to play.
At least that's what the old ones say.
Seldom seen by mortal eye
Hidden by the twilight sky.
They seek out the firefly at night
You can see them by their light.
When the morning mists depart
You may find they left their mark.
Fairy rings in fairy bowers
You will find in the early hours.
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