Woodland Fairy

A fairy's free, careless, playful life is really difficult, isn't it?

                                                                              She giggles, peeking around a tree

                                                                                People can't see her, she's a fairy

                                                                          She skips on flowers without being seen

                                                                  And flies through the woods along with the breeze

                                                                              Her rosy face is aglow with mirth

                                                                  She smells of sweet poppies and the scent of earth

                                                                    She dances with flowers that fall from the trees

                                                                    And plays games of tag with the bumblebees

                                                                  She zips through the air, not a care in the world

                                                                      The flag of joy in heart completely unfurled

                                                                          During the night she skips on a pond

                                                                  And dances with fireflies until the break of dawn

                                                                  She rests under a toadstool, her blanket a leaf

                                                              "A fairy's life is hard," She yawns, then falls asleep