they fly to and fro,
On their gilded wings as thin as a spiders web.
So beautiful beyond compare.
these mystical creatures of the forest,
The fairies of the wood.

The towns folk visit them on occasion.
Asking for a favor,
a bit of magic spared.
For a wish they beg to come true.
A hope they dare not share.

For the fairies make good listeners.
They never speak a word.
They have no use for language.
Yet all is understood.

And if you count yourself lucky and you truly believe.
If you go into their forest searching for reprieve.
Do not be startled if they sneak up on you,
Coming from behind.
To grant the very thing that you have been denied.

If you search for a fairy in anger,
Do not expect to find a single one.
For they do not believe in hatred or in hurting someone.

So on a moonlit evening If you ever find yourself alone,
Remember that those stars a-blinking could be fairies of your own.