The Fairies at the Bottom of the Garden. Poetry by Estelle D.
The Fairies at the Bottom of the Garden.
The fairies at the bottom of the garden, Were playing hide and go seek, If you listen closely, you can hear them speak. Gliding by on gossamer wing, Beautiful fairy, sweetly sing. Flowing tresses, silken, silver and gold, Do Fairies ever get old? And as you speak, what do you say? Fairy, oh so sweet and sprite, Faces shining light from stars, Riding moonbeams from afar. Is your message just a fairy tale? If humans heeded, would it fail? What is your secret, Fairy so fair? Why is happiness like yours so rare? We know the secret the fairies said, But if you understand it only with your head, The knowledge cannot make you any wiser, For all of life's bounty, you will still be a miser, But the secret we will freely give, This is how we richly live. Sang the fairies at the bottom of the garden; Let not your hearts harden. Poetry by Estelle D. © 2020