Fleeting glimpses hard to find,
Imagined wonders of lovely kind.
In night times waking in pleasant dreams,
In the moon's gossamer, silver beams.
Fairies dance the night away,
Gone at dawn, in flight of day.
~by L.C. Gerstenfeld~
A little fairy comes at night.
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
With silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand,
And when a good child goes to bed,
She waves her hand from right to left,
And makes a circle round its head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit,
And bow their branches at a wish.
Windchimes and Fairies
An orchestra of bells follows
the gentle summer breeze
And fairies dance and fly
about in nearby trees.
High and low, bells quietly play
a summer melody;
I sit entranced and watch and listen
to the recital done for me.
Capturing my heart and soul,
the windchimes softly soothe
And I could listen all the day
and never make a move.
Sometimes the fairies have a swing
on their favourite windchime
And sprinkle fairy dust,
having such a good time.
Windchimes and fairies
are a summer's magical gift;
Tinkling bells and fairy dust
to give our hearts a lift.
~Joan Adams Burchell~