FAIRIES

Fairies are not born

like most people and

creatures.

They spring up mysteriously

in the night…

as mushrooms

nourished on moonlight

and dew.

The silver laces of the

night-time sky

Furnish their ballroom.

When dawn comes they disappear.

Sunlight too bright

and hot,

It would melt their delicate wings.

Where they go

No one knows.

At twilight they

reappear to sew

Today and tomorrow together

They are sometimes

hated / feared.

(Never seen by most)

Some thing like an angel

Some thing like a ghost.