In the heart of the twilight grove, where moonlight weaves and dances,
Fairies flit on gossamer wings, enchanting all who chance
To glimpse their ethereal forms, so delicate and bright,
In the silent, mystic forest, they bring the night to life.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees, their laughter softly rings,
As they weave the threads of dreams and mend the broken strings.
With gentle touch and whispered song, they heal the heart’s deep scars,
Guiding lost souls softly home, beneath the watchful stars.

Through meadows sweet with evening dew, they spread their magic light,
Creating worlds of wonder within the velvet night.
Invisible to mortal eyes, their beauty remains unseen,
Yet in the heart, their presence felt, a comfort and a dream.

So, listen close when dusk descends, to whispers on the breeze,
For fairies dance in hidden glades, amidst the ancient trees.
They guard the night with tender care, till dawn begins to rise,
And fade away with morning’s light, beneath the waking skies.