Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, they dance,
Fairies in a mystical trance.
Wings shimmering like dewdrops in the night,
They weave through shadows, a magical sight.
In the heart of the forest, where secrets reside,
They flutter and twirl with graceful pride.
With laughter soft as a whispering breeze,
They paint dreams on the leaves of ancient trees.
Through the mist of dawn, their presence fades,
Leaving behind enchanted glades.
Whispers linger in the morning air,
Of fairy tales and wonders rare.
Yet if you listen with your heart, you might hear,
The softest echo of their cheer.
For in the realms unseen by day,
Fairies forever in the twilight play.