
Quietly in the still of the night,
When all Mother Nature is fast asleep,
A dance begins in the pale moonlight.
The fairies awaken and soon take up flight.
From flora to fauna, with nary a peep.
They dust all things living with a twinkle of light.
You may think it silly, believe what you may,
But I can't help but smile, when I dream of the fae.
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