Springtime in Fairyland

Fairies whisper in the night
Bouncing, playing, twirling
On wind with no end in sight.
Ever hopeful, songs aplenty
Lead them to a land of honey.
If we were but like the fairies
Called to dance and play and sing.
Would our world be ever joyful?
Wrapped around a maypole ring.

Posted by joanna on April 15th, 2008