Two little clouds, one summer's day
went flying through the sky
They went so fast they bumped their heads
And both began to cry.
Old Father Sun looked out and said:
'Oh never mind, my dears,
I'll send my little fairy fold
To dry your falling tears.'
One fairy came in violet,
And one wore indigo;
In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,
They made a pretty row.
They wiped the cloud-tears all away,
And then from out the sky,
Upon a line the sunbeams made,
They hung their gowns to dry


Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you understand.

(1865 - 1939)

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardner's shed
and you just keep straight ahead --
I do so hope they've really come to stay.
There's a little wood, with moss in it and beetles,
And a little stream that quietly runs through;
You wouldn't think they'd dare to come merrymaking there--
Well, they do.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
They often have a dance on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees
make a lovely little breeze,
And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights.
Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams
And pick a little star to make a fan,
And dance away up there in the middle of the air?
Well, they can.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
You cannot think how beautiful they are;
They all stand up and sing
when the Fairy Queen and King
Come gently floating down upon their car.
The King is very proud and very handsome;
The Queen--now you can quess who that could be
(She's a little girl all day,
but at night she steals away)?
Well...... it's Me!

~Rose Fyleman~
(1877 – 1957)

Do you seek the road to fairyland?
I'll tell; it's easy quite.
Wait till a yellow moon gets up
O'er purple seas by night,
And guilds a shining pathway
That is sparkling diamond bright.
Then,if no evil power be nigh
To thwart you out of spite,
And if you know the very words
To cast a spell of might,
You get upon a thistledown,
And if the breeze is right,
You sail away to fairyland
Along this track of light.

~Earnest Thompson Seton~
(1860 – 1946)

Believe in the faeries
They make dreams come true,
Believe in the wonder
The stars and the moon
Believe in the magic
From the faeries above,
They dance on the flowers
And sing songs of love
And if you just believe
And always stay true
The faeries will be there
To watch over you!





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