Beneath the ancient trees where shadows softly play,
Fairies flit and flutter in the gentle sway,
Their laughter like a melody of night,
Dancing in the glow of the moon’s soft light.

In the heart of the glade where the starlight streams,
Tiny wings shimmer like a dream,
They weave their magic in the misty air,
With every twirl, they vanish without a care.

The whispering breeze carries their secret song,
A lullaby where only dreams belong,
Among the dew-kissed petals they hide,
In the enchanted world where enchantments abide.

As dawn approaches and the night begins to fade,
The fairies retreat to their hidden glade,
Leaving behind a world touched by their grace,
Until night returns and they find their place.