In the heart of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Where moonlight weaves through the ancient trees,
Fairies dance with a delicate grace,
Their laughter carried by the whispering breeze.

Wings like gossamer, light as the air,
Glowing softly in the night’s soft hue,
They flit and flutter with a beauty rare,
In a world where dreams and magic are true.

Beneath the canopy of stars they play,
Weaving spells with their tiny hands,
In circles they twirl till the break of day,
Guardians of the enchanted lands.

Oh, to glimpse their ethereal flight,
To feel their presence in the still of night,
For in the realm of fairies, pure and bright,
Lies a world of wonder, hidden from sight.