I dreamed I was crowned queen of Fairyland
on a day when no troubles were found,
a bluebell and baby's breath diadem
for my fragrant and fanciful crown.

My raiments the color of rose-tinged dawn
reflected soft light as the sun came up,
and I waved at my subjects with a wand
as gold as a meadow-fresh buttercup.

Pixies and elves from enchanted nations
had traveled on moonbeams and stars to be
ambassadors to my coronation,
to share in my royal felicity.

The dream ended happily at my feast
when I promised to reign in laughter and peace.