In the moonlit glade where shadows dance,
Fairies weave their silent trance.
Wings of gossamer flutter and gleam,
In a world that feels like a dream.
Beneath the ancient, towering trees,
They float on the whispering breeze.
With laughter light and a sparkle bright,
They fill the night with pure delight.
Their magic sings in the cool night air,
A melody both sweet and rare.
Petals bloom where their feet have tread,
As stars light the paths theyâve led.
When dawn breaks and they fade away,
The glade awaits another day.
But if you listen with a heart so true,
You might hear their song meant just for you.