The Fairy Garden 
When you step amongst the blooms,
Beware, they're really fairy rooms
And 'tho they only reach your knees
To faires buds are tall as trees.
Cleverly hidden near the ground
Tiny colonies can be found
Behold the pastel Four o'clocks
Shade resting fairies perched on rocks.
Queen Anne's Lace, shimming white
Blossoms plucked in morning light
Make silver threaded wedding dresses
And veils to cover lovely tresses.
Fairy babies so sweet and small
Quite simply hard to see at all
Asleep on Bachelor Button beds
Babies Breath pillows at their heads.
I hope you hesitate to take
the finest daises strong and straight
Alas, they're truly parasols
For days of sun or mild rainfall.
Shades of azure, everlasting
bushy, spreading, shadow casting,
Silent tents of Forget Me Not
Where fairy soldiers guard their flock.
Leaves are stripped and gently dried
to make canoes for midnight rides
Moonlight kisses transparent wings
And shines upon the crowns of kings.
Fairy dust has a tinkling sound
Try to catch it fluttering down
Before it quietly disappears
or blends with rainbow dew drop tears.
So in the flowers when you play
Remember what you've learned today
And if you hear a tiny sound
Quickly glance down to the ground
You may just get a fleeting glimpse
of golden wings or faint footprints
For gardens wether large or small
Are not quite what they seem at all.
 by Diana Greenwood
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