In the moonlit glade where shadows dance,
Fairies weave their mystic trance.
Soft whispers float on the midnight breeze,
Among the ancient, whispering trees.

Their wings shimmer with a silvery glow,
As they flit and flutter, to and fro.
With laughter light as morning dew,
They paint the night in hues anew.

Beneath the stars, they gather near,
In circles woven of dreams and cheer.
Their songs a melody, pure and sweet,
That makes the heart with wonder beat.

When dawn approaches, they fade away,
Leaving behind the promise of a day.
Where magic lingers, unseen but true,
In the heart of the forest, forever blue.