A fairie's house stands in the woods,
Midst fairie trees & flowers,
Where daisies sing like little birds
Between the sun & showers,
And grasses whisper tiny things
About this world of ours.
Such flowers are there beside the way
Lillies & Hollihocks
blow off their stalks to tell the time
Tall dandelion clocks
While harebells ring hourly chime
Like a wound music box.
Some day shall we two try to find
This strange enchanted place?
Go hand in hand through
flower lit woods
Where living trees embrace~~
And suddenly as in a dream
Behold a fairies face! |
