In the heart of the moonlit forest’s glow,
Fairies dance where wildflowers grow.
Their laughter echoes through the trees,
A symphony carried by the evening breeze.

Wings shimmer like dew on morning leaves,
In hidden glades where magic weaves.
With every step, they paint the night,
A tapestry of dreams in silver light.

The stars above twinkle with delight,
Joining in the fairies’ gentle flight.
A world unseen by mortal eyes,
Where time stands still and wonder lies.

So listen close, if you dare to hear,
The fairies’ song so pure and clear.
For in their realm of mystic grace,
You’ll find a moment’s sweet embrace.