Fairy Garden
Enjoying the playful nature of fairies from within the mind
They are found dancing on a midnight clear,
Not giving any attention to sadness or fear.
Always happy to spread some joy wherever they please,
Frolicking like children after a cold banishing sneeze.
No one knows from where they have come,
But wherever it is much have a very playful drum.
With each little step comes the sound of faint music,
Soft yet bold like a rustic campfire classic.
Upon every little beat you hear the forest sing,
Giving rise to a show that would even please a king.
Yet as fast as they came their presence soon lulls,
Leaving us all puzzled in a game the mind pulls.
I await for them here to give a ever grand encore,
But it might have to wait; the buns are quite sore.
About the Creator
Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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