World of a Fairy
 
In the mist she flutters her wings,
It's the same song as the
hummingbird sings.
The dew on the tulip is her wine,
As she sits on a petal and gets
ready to dine.
Her busy night has just begun,
She's here she's there before
we see the morning sun.
Gathering her dust to sprinkle
dreams to you and me,
Her wings continueously fluttering
humming a sweet melody.
Don't be afraid she will never
harm you,
She just wants to take your wish
and make it come true.
|
| mylifeinwords | 
|
|
|
