In morn’s early mist, veiled faeries exist,

Circ'ling around tall ancient trees,

appearing magically with ease.




Gleefully singing, they'll be seen winging

amidst dandelions blowing,

sweet wishes ~ fluffy heads flowing.

Children up at dawn, wishing on the lawn ... 

tiny faeries to discover.

Flowers hide them as they hover.


Keeping out of sight, little hands hold tight. 

swaying, on grassy, windswept blades,

 in fear of sleepy sunrise raids.

Never as it seems, only in ones' dreams,

flittering `round their faerie ring ...

special mornings in Early Spring.