Dew drops gleam upon the wing
and flowers bloom as voices sing
In the crevice of willow root
Beneath the moss that's underfoot
Peal back the bark of an ancient tree
and a wondrous world of fairies you'll see
Magic sun rays light the path
Glistening waters flow in a cleansing bath
To refresh the souls of all who pass
Magic dust floats in the air
and fairies flutter everywhere
Tread not there upon that land
Unless with fairy hand in hand

© Crystal Erickson  2007