In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where moonlight dances with the trees,
A realm of magic softly broods,
Beneath the breath of evening breeze.

The fairies weave their tales of old,
With threads of stardust spun so fine,
Their secrets in the night unfold,
A tapestry of dreams divine.

Through shadows deep and twilight’s hue,
The creatures of the forest sing,
Of ancient love and friendships true,
And sorrow’s tender, fleeting sting.

So let your heart be wild and free,
Embrace the tales that fairies tell,
For in their world of mystery,
Lies a magic that words can’t quell.