Dark blue is the Eastern sky
The birds are flying home with their cheery cry
The whipering pines are dancing in the breeze
And the wind is rustling the green leaves
There is a faint sunset in the west
And all the birds are gong home to rest
Dusk shall so soon fade to Night
That's when this poetess dances with delight
With all the Fairies that gather under the Moon
And when sweet breezes blow into my room
The Fairies dance upon the moss-covered stepping stones
While all the birds are sleeping in their homes
I love the songs that the sweet Fairies sing
And all through the Night sky their music rings
They sing of nature and of God
Who made the earth and the warm sod
They sing happily as they weave on their magical loom
And spinkle sweet dreams in my bedroom*

~Marian~