Early in the day the fairies rise,
Wipe the sleep from their morning eyes;
Have a breakfast of sparkles and dew,
Then go out to the garden, their work to do.
As the sun rises high, their lunch they eat,
Then lie in the shade for a little sleep;
As the bees buzz around their sleepy heads,
Fallen flower petals are their soft little beds.
In the afternoon again they awake,
Put away their tools so they don't rust or break;
And now is the time to dance and play,
So, to the woods, without delay!
Here among the trees so green,
Where the air is cool, is the fairy queen;
Together they make a merry time,
With fairy dances and songs sublime.
And as the sun begins to set,
The fairies prepare for the sweetest time yet;
They build a warm and cosy fire
To cook their dinner on before they retire.
Around its warmth and lovely smell,
They sit in a circle, and tales they tell,
Of sparkles and magic and butterfly wings,
Of mystery and wonders, and all kinds of things!
When their bellies are full, and the fire dies down,
It's time to go home to a soft nightgown;
They bid goodnight to their queen so fair,
And home they go in the crisp night air.
In their beds all safe and warm
They dream sweet dreams until the dawn;
And again they wake to a summer's day,
To work and laugh and dance and play!
©2010 Randi Kuhne, My Fairy Poems. All rights reserved. No other use without permission.