In the quiet woods where shadows play,
Fairies dance at the close of day.
Their wings like whispers in the breeze,
A secret world beneath the trees.

Glimmering light and laughter bright,
They weave their magic through the night.
With every step, a tale unfolds,
Of mysteries and dreams untold.

The moonlight casts a gentle glow,
Upon the fields where wildflowers grow.
In circles round, they twirl and sing,
Embracing the joy that night can bring.

As dawn approaches, they fade away,
Leaving behind the break of day.
Yet in the heart, their song remains,
A melody that softly reigns.