In the hush of twilight’s gentle glow,
Where shadows dance and soft winds blow,
Fairies weave their silken threads,
In secret nooks where magic spreads.

Among the trees with emerald leaves,
They craft their spells on starlit eves,
Their laughter like a tinkling chime,
A melody outside of time.

Glimmers of light in the dewy air,
They flit and fly without a care,
Guardians of the forest’s heart,
In nature’s play, they take their part.

When morning breaks with golden rays,
The fairies fade but magic stays,
In every leaf and every stream,
Lingering like a waking dream.