In the whispering woods where shadows play,
Fairies dance at the end of day.
With wings that shimmer in twilight’s glow,
They weave through trees, where moonbeams flow.

Their laughter echoes in the night,
A melody of pure delight.
They gather dew from petals sweet,
And leave behind a trail of heat.

Beneath the stars, their magic thrives,
Bringing dreams to slumbering lives.
Silent as the night they roam,
Guiding us to dreams unknown.

As dawn approaches, they take flight,
Merging with the morning light.
Their secret dance, a fleeting sight,
Fairies vanish with the night.