Fairy Homes

Taken a back by it all
What is in front of me
The beauty the radiance
In everything I see
The purest of colours
On each stem on glory
Sprinkles of gold dust
From fairy tale stories
Prancing all around me
With fluttering wings
When magic sets in
I can hear them sing
It is a magical place
The fairies home
When they come out to frolic
To dance and to roam
Like stars prancing
Amongst the garden ground
Fluttering with angelic wings
Within the grasses all around
I watch them in all their glory
With each flicker of little light
These tiny happy little souls
Play in my garden every other night