That's where the fairies dwell
Dancing in the borders green,
The breeze whistling a magic spell
And rustling leaves tune them well,
Sunshine seeks the leaflets hiding
Their lively games, just enchanting..
While fairies dance in those borders green.
Up they rush to the treetops there
When they sense a human passing by,
Its their way, not that they care
Their secrets dear, they just cant spare,
But if you trust them strong and go to see
Down they climb and with you they'd be
As they sense a trusting child come by..
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oh my...this is such an enchanting poem...it seemed to dance smoothly with the beauty of nature...oh I do hope that I am a trusting child to see the fairies!!!
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wow well done
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